Something elks entirely

Driving with Uncle Moe to the fnurdle was always a joy. Leash... Kakistocracy... Infinity... Slipping away from school was the joy of the new dream, warm and cozy with hot breakfast, slowly giving way to a shiver working its way through my whole body. The last floor fern has died. It has been condemned to the dark. The last beloved. Dead. Forgotten. Brickbat... I dreamed within the dream of dreaming of the... I didn't even like to think about the monster, or say his name.

Monsters always come at night. Cheerleaders are the worst. Such a huge mound of bullshit packed into such a small, too slender body. Then as the darkest dark encroaches, no moon at all, shadows devaporize into semi-solid form, a sign points to the zoo.

The particles of the angel's form, loosened by the waning of his strength, swirled upwards into randomness... and vanished. Zoo: A Place To Store Animals. Cheval-de-frise... Diet mouthwash... Past wolverines and feral turkeys... and then, something elks entirely.