Argh,

Argh argh air conditioner must argh air conditioner argh argh house woman argh fever argh argh sweating profusely.

Hold on. Let me take a breath. It might be my last. I'm down in the front yard. The husband pumped me full of buckshot.

I thought the day would be better than this. When I woke up I saw a butterfly.

I was wrong. It was a bat. It bit me. You know what happens when bats bite you? Rabies.

The heat in my skull was just incredible. Imagine a honey pot placed in a kiln for an hour, and then imagine plunging your head into it. They say that rabies makes you aggressive, and I can see why people would think that, but it's more accurate to say that it makes you feel like your mind is on fire. It's a million times worse than estrus.

I went for the air conditioner. I guess I thought I'd hold it against my head or drink the freon to cool down. I'm not thinking clearly. I went for the air conditioner and the woman tried to fight me for it. That's when the husband came out with his gun. Hold on a second. I feel another burst of rabies coming on.

Argh argh argh headache argh never left the United States argh always wanted to travel argh argh once saw on television a show about the islands that looked beautiful argh argh for what it's worth was against the war despite my natural penchant for violence.

Whew. I think I might have one or two coherent thoughts left. The husband appeared with his gun and shot me. I am gravely wounded. I'm down in the front yard. It's sweltering. I didn't get the air conditioner. Is that a siren I hear? I guess it's the state Natural Resources Police. They'll be putting me down. I can't say I mind at this point; it's the only way to get the agony to subside. I apologize in advance for the rabies shots that the family will need as a result of exposure to my blood and saliva. What gets me the most is the kids, who are only ten and fifteen. I have kids of my own. I've watched them go through some things, and I wished I could take the pain away. But you can't do that when you're a parent. Okay. Another attack is on its way, maybe the last. The Natural Resources Police just pulled up.

Argh argh bat argh butterfly argh dark wings beating just behind my head.

Argh,
Argh