5 MWE: Treat me nice.

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We did not want to kill the lambs ourselves. We used to kill the lambs ourselves, but we no longer did that. By "that," we meant killing lambs. Little creatures. They make no noise as you kill them. Something in the Bible about that. It was some kind of punishment, probably. You can be certain of that because you are in a tree. You went to find some mushrooms with your aunt as we sat around the table, drinking bathtub beer and basement whiskey, talking about how we should no longer kill the lambs. You came back with your aunt. She claimed to know how to identify mushrooms, but the last time we ate what she got, we all got sick. She had us eat things she called Puff Balls and Turkey Tails, and they made us sick. They killed animals.

Drinking that whiskey and that beer, we decided to kill the lambs no more. It's just some rain. Just a little bit of rain. It won't tear you up. It will tear you up. It will tear you up as five lions would tear your up. At the zoo, most of the animals had come from houses raided on drug raids raided on drug raids with the drug raid foremost in our mind because it took place in a house that was mostly submerged in water. The odd thing was that the second floor was nearly completely submerged. The third floor was the complete definition of the word submerged. But the ground floor was dry.

She made a mask out of skull pieces and ash wood. Some inlaid brass bits from rifle cartridges.

First, we immobilized her wrists. We kept them still for over a month. It prevented her from putting spin and curve on the balls she threw. It prevented her from schooling dupes at pool. We next immobilized her eyes. Her eyes still worked, but they could not move in her skull. She claimed to see more than she had ever seen.

There were cloistered nuns behind the panels in the walls. The nuns made little yellow cookies. If you whispered for a cookie in a room, then they'd slip you one through a slot. A slot in a panel. Yellow cookies that were too sweet or not sweet enough. You never saw the nuns. The rumor was that if you rubbed your naked self against the oldest door in the city, then you'd free all the nuns. The nuns were cloistered. It was their elective. They wanted to be there. But if you rubbed yourself against the door, they'd change their minds and want out. They'd start pounding, and you'd have to get the tools to pry them out.

We could not kill the lamb, so we hired two men to do it. We hired two children. Two soldiers. A pair of lovers. We hired two old men. One old man was a fogey. He was cranky. The other old man was the dirty old man. He was not a dirty one. He was the dirty one. The proto. We hired the two old men to kill the lamb. We let two dogs go at the lamb. Two lions that we freed from a drug-raided house. We did not want to kill the lamb, so we had to find some person or entity to do it for us. We had to find the fatalism that would end with a dead lamb. We did not want the lamb dead because we were sick. We wanted it dead for money. The restaurant would give us some money. They'd give us a moment and a drink.

She woke up with a rock in her mouth. She was not certain how it got there. Last night, she had gone to bed with a rascal. Did she do that? She considered herself a nymph of the forest, even though she was not. There were small purple flowers that she found and ate. She ate yellow ones. She ate mushrooms that made her sick. She wanted to be sick. She wanted to be sick and to be sick. It was important to her to be sick at the base of trees. By being sick at the base of a tree, she was not nourishing it nor herself. Even though she vomited at the base of trees, though, she did not die and the tree did not die. It was proof that you could hurt yourself over and over and not die. That contradicted lots of advice.

People came through with four-wheelers and rifles. The soldiers, when walking near mines, preferred to take their helmets off their heads and cover their crotches. That was what they preferred. The two lovers met in the dry concrete canal. The lovers agreed to no longer be lovers. They spat on each other. They took off their swimsuits and rubbed asses in the ocean. They picked at one another's faces. They were supposed to take care of a baby, but they argued in front of the baby. The baby stood on the couch. It was not crying. They argued in front of it. They threw each other around, and the baby fell off the couch. We are the police. We are here because your neighbors called us. We would like to talk to the man first and then to you.

A rabbit is the best way to remove wax out of carpet. It could be purple wax and a rabbit that appears to be the color periwinkle.