Donald Ate the Pills

Donald was hiding behind a rolled up roll of Astroturf in the very back of the otherwise empty boat garage. His heart beat like a winter root vegetable in the frozen garden of his chest. He shouldn't have eaten those pills. It was doing something to him. He felt mushy and loose.

Ah, maybe it was right to take those pills.

Donald's face then melted like a Klondike Bar in the July sun. This was not sad for Donald. It felt happy. The garage floor was nice and cool. Nice felt he.