He was just there. No, I suppose it would be the more accurate way of referring to the thing.

It was just there, kind of half sitting or sprawled all about. It wasn't sitting upright as you or I might.

It sure wasn't standing.

It looked as if it was lying on the sofa, except there wasn't a sofa.

I don't recall if I've ever seen a sofa big enough to have held that thing.

On occasion it would look over in my direction.

Not at me, because for the moment there was no way for it to see me at least at the time i hoped that to be true it would just look over in my direction and smile as much as was possible

i'm not sure that it smiled often it didn't look as if it had the capability, but it was

sure giving it a good try. One thing I am certain of is that it was proud of itself and what it had done.

That's why it kept looking over while trying to smile. I'll tell you what it reminded me of.

It reminded me of the way my father used to look when he would park his mowing machine in the garage after he had finished with the yard each week and then go walk around on us long.

My father was always so proud of the job that he had done each week after mowing the grass.

He loved the way it looked when every

blade of grass had been cut and all were the same height again. How everything in that moment was

just as it should be. That look on my father's face each week when he had finished was unforgettable and

unmistakable. Well well that thing had the same

prideful look on its mug each time it would look over in my direction I can only

tell you of what I was seeing at that moment and I couldn't see all that well but I

could see better than I wanted to in all honesty I wish I had never seen any of it at all.

That thing was horrible. I don't think it to be out of place to call it an abomination,

something that never should have existed in the first place. A talking like that will likely

make some folks hot under the collar at me, but guess what?

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