was very hungry. One could even say he was hankry.
So he visited the only girl he knew who could help him.
She fed him with the softest polyfil one could purchase at Michael's, and had him drink the finest teas in all of Manzanita St.
Feeling sufficiently full, he basked in the sunlight and admired the crawling ants on the grapevines & hard working architects, graphic designers & screenwriters in the house.
Surprised by the heat wave in the middle of November (c'mon LA!?), he fell asleep in the hammock and dreamt about flying.