Fos dug at his diseased flesh, which oozed infection from the drying scabbed over areas on his skin. He was tired of being in the dry, bony gulch of Itis Enduring Tartlets. His friends, Bidet-tab Buck, Isdire Enema, Steet Doo and Blursky Rebede were of no use to him. They didn't have the answers to his dilemma. He had heard the travelers tales of the wonderful Eternal Fountain Of Never Never, that those who took of it's healing waters were filled with life and made whole, and he would go to any extreme to see it with his own warted eyes and feel the fresh, cool water on his diseased skin. He dug deeper into his dust hole, stirring up a cloud of infected debris. Oh, what he wouldn't give to be reclining in that fountain, eternal water washing over his sore and slimy skin. Fos closed his eyes, the slime of his skin drying as the dust descended. He would teach them a lesson, all of them! Someday the Eternal Fountain Of Never Never would be within his grasp. With a heaving sigh of fetid breath, he fell into a fitful and troubled sleep. The End :-) Image and narrative created by Queen Type O Negative :-) Copyright 2006 Flicker Light Studio.