Journal #18

As I pondered the multitude of eyes beaming at me from the magnificent creature, there came a stench from its mouth that was repungent and noxious.  It was almost like the beast had eaten skunks, onions, and rotten eggs.  The mix of appalling smells wafted from behind its toothed mouth.  The teeth were sharper than a filet knife, and as white as computer paper.  I drifted my eyes up higher on its face to its nose, well where a nose should be at least.  Instead, the beast had a flap of scaly skin with two slits resting on its face.  Coming from the slits was clouds of hot steam.  It was almost like the steam you see coming out the spout of a kettle once it is heated.  The steam also had a rancid smell, similar to the stench from the creature's mouth.  Next came the eyes.  Oh the eyes.  Staring back at me were three marble sized eyeballs.  There was no white or a black pupil to the eye, only purple and bright yellow.  I was taken aback by the perplexing sight in front of me.  I tore my eyes from the creature's eyes so I could take the look of the head in.  As I looked down, I saw what I guessed were the feet.  Normally, feet have toes, webs or something along that line, but this beast had four stumps with three projections coming out of them.  The projections helped the creature keep it's balance.  I started to wonder what I would look like if I had feet like that, then I realized I had a seven foot, green monster in front of me.  My eyes wandered up past its four knees to its thighs.  It did not seem possible for it to have such ginormous masses around the underlying bones, but it did.  They were about the size of a hundred year old oak tree.  The next thing I know, I see this huge hand slicing through the air towards me.  I had some crazy thoughts that went through my head, but---SMACK.  And that is how I became Flat Annie.