Out In Cold Alaska

He liked sleeping in the barnyard with the carnivorous pigs, clucking halfway through the night. Emptied picnic basket dribbling cobalt off the sides, if that was what a wooden chin looked like then he'd seen it all.. Green ended nappies, white hair dye and rubber teeth. At the very least, a cavorting priest... although that was nothing out of the ordinary. Shivering at his own memories, the blanket now outgrown.