Last night, Pinky had a fitful sleep. He woke up around 3 AM and coughed and coughed. Just when he thought he was going to cough up a lung, a black slimy lump came up his throat. He lifted it out with his dainty band-aided fingertips and examined it. It looked like a tiny dark avocado and was glistening with a coating coal black ectoplasm. Pinky threw it out of the window in disgust. Around 10AM when Pinky got up to make Miss Love's morning coffee, he noticed the bedroom was dark, even for a rainy day. He glanced out the window and saw an ominous black shape. In the exact spot where he had flung his slippery black wad, a bizarre black bush had grown as high as the rooftop. The bush was both hairy and scaly and like nothing Pinky had ever seen before. By the time the coffee finished brewing, it had grown at least another 6 feet. Pinky has a lot to do today, but he vows to climb the bush tonight when he gets home.
