Bobby fails to return to The Source

"So my entire family is dead?" asked Bobby.

Yes, thought-responded the floating squirrel head. All dead. All liquified and bonded with the Source, which is me. It waivered in the air and stared at Bobby with a glassy, drooping eye. The insignia branded on your head marked you as a non-usable element. You can never return to the Source, which is me.

"Okay," said Bobby, thinking about sandwiches. His family sucked eggs anyways, he thought, as he turned and headed for the Tasty Shack.

The End of the Season

"What'd you say?" asked Jo-jo.

Clara looked annoyed. "I said the beets are done."

"Oh," Jo-jo replied, thinking she had said something about teets and fun. He looked down at his dangling six-inch nipples like spaghetti made of distressed leather. No, he thought, teets are never fun. Outside, the herd began moving again, out to greener pastures and firmer nipples, always out and away.

The Last Free Day in the Mountains

Tommy was turning squirrelly all the sudden, away up in the hills. Out over th Goshdurned still the coyotes were a cooning boozey, just all over there, when a sudden thunder and a mournful digging sound came, and he knew just then it was the Doin It Fer Boys back from the valley.

Tommy put down his acorn and pressed tight up to big ol Mr. Elm. It was going to be a hard night, hard and tight and nighty.