Pet Sematary.


If anyone in the North Hertfordshire area has lost a pet, I might be able to solve its disappearance. I think it may have crawled down my throat to die last night.

I’m not sure why an animal would choose my epiglottis for its final resting place. I guess it’s quiet, warm and private. Whatever the reason, the scratchiness inside suggests it died putting up a fight. Little furry bastard. 

(Presuming that it was (1) furry, and (2) born out of wedlock.)

Either I've got a cold, or something used my gullet as a tomb. I'm not sure which. 

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