Perched on the lip of wood staring down at me is a thing that wanted nothing more than to become a tree but it's appetite disliked sunshine and it's taste refused water blood and meat was all it wanted it would enjoy no other and I've been feeding it since the 5th of last July sirloins, roundsteaks, strips and hams bacon and sweatbreads and leg-o-lamb. And its gotten quite big now where it sits by the door cleaning up after it is unto itself, a mighty chore. And today when I came home it leered at me...I swear it did a leer with a leafy head... and now I'm hiding in my closet trembling in my house as frightened, more possibly than a cat-toyed mouse... because I hear it grumbling I swear to God it's mumbling my Venus Fly Traps rumbling just beyond the door... I hear it dragging its potted roots I hear it whisper "More."