The Lamb by lizacorbett
Last night I dreamed of a small lamb. I don’t know how it came to be in my possession, but there it was sitting in my lap bleating pitifully.
I looked closer and I saw that the poor thing was absolutely covered in fleas. I began to pick them off, one by one, and proceeded to drop them on the floor. Which was kind of dumb. They began to wriggle and blister and grow in size, until they were as large as leeches. At that point I took my lamb and ran.