Walking through the forest one day, she dreamed a dream our lovely Miss Mae. Into a clearing she emerged as lore, and spotted at center a solitary door. When she knocked three times there came to answer, two giant purple slugs elegant as dancers. They seemed happy and showed her charm, but in the end they ate her arm. 'Crap,' she thought, as the slugs munched a leg. 'What a weird dream, let me wake, I beg.'

Thanks to

Katie Mae

for the submission!