My darling Ivy, my friend in the cave. Don’t know when she got there. Don’t know why she would stay. The glint of her eye says she might once roamed free. But, she has no voice and could never tell me.
Sometimes I see very cute faces in things, like last week when I was behind a Jeep without its spare tire. He had a really goofy smile.
But every now and then I see a freaky Cave Demon. GAH! Burn it with fire!
For your reading pleasure, see Jiangang Liu’s IgNoble Prize for researching what happens to the brain when you see Jesus on a piece of toast.