The fog crept in on little cat feet.
It circled the house once twice thrice.
It curled itself around the nice cool base of the toilet.
It considered the cars, the ships, the men with broad shoulders, the corn-fed daughters of the soil and the many other things it had consumed and taken as part of itself.
The fog rejoiced in its vocation, delicately licked a paw, flicked a whisker and went to sleep.


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