In the presence of the Gothapotimus
All seemed quiet, as I entered the Gothapotimus lair. At first I did not notice its presence. Then, from the corner of my eye, I spotted it. There it sat, as it ate, watching. It fed upon its meal like a beast attacking its prey. No remorse was felt for this meal I can tell you. Once it stopped eating, it looked up and I had to shield my eyes. For
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Just the mere mention of the call..sends my body into the shivers
Is it the high pitched tone...?
Or the vocal mutterings
the insational need to whine ...and cause a drama like scene.
Which call's attention..which is part of the whole mating dance.
Have you noticed the ritualistic types of worship..to the condiment gods ?
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