The Bloody Shag



	As I glanced out into the hallway, I noticed my sister, who at the moment reminded 
me a great deal of Hitler, for she had, in the process of a Phenomenal Task (cleaning her 
bedroom), unconsciously tossed all her dolls, bears, and assorted animals in a pile in the 
hall.  She, like Hitler, did not realize that these forms, when stripped from their homes and 
piled, many face down, mangled and twisted, show us a rather Grotesque, if even given 
that lighter word in a polite sense, possibly uncontrollable shag carpet Puke.




R. David Paine III