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Even jellyfish, apparently, can skip leg day.

The horned one has already cut its food.

Carrots, zipper, lead rope, glasses, woman, tiles, counter.

Even the sun showed up with cartoon enthusiasm.

Rooted souls labor beneath their own bare branches.

The shoes removed suggest a prior appointment, kept.

Between white coat and bristled bulk, patience weighs heavy.

A man takes notes while a creature holds a book.

Hose, scales, buckles, clock, diagrams, stool, window, coats.

Doctor examines giant worm-creature wearing a top hat.

Shocked couple enters room with blob monster on sofa.

Roundness creeps in, silently reshaping wild, wandering forms.

Tickle me Stalin

The covered dish has not been opened by either party.

The lord of the pool surveys his pale congregation.

The fish looks worried, and honestly, fair enough.