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Sport 11: Spring 1993

The Beast’s Quarters

The Beast’s Quarters

The Beast wants in. We live inside, the Beast lives outside. The Beast wants in. All night we can hear the growling beyond the perimeter walls.

The guards stand chilled with fear. The point-watch refuses to open his eyes. We have him in the dungeon.

We build a special Beast-Box to house the Beast. It is a stout, squarish structure, in the manner of the sturdy asbestos dwellings we designed for the peasantry. The Beast strides in and out the flap we have papier-mâchéd expressly for that purpose. We invite the SPCA (and their partners) to show them how uncruel we are being. The Beast frowns his happiest frown.