Dead Animals Need Love, Too!
No, this is NOT a post about Skelanimals (the cute plushies). This is the (true) story I told in front of my class:
When I was in highschool, there was this weird guy in my class. Since most students were too shallow and preppy for my taste, I became friends with him. He used to live in a faraway town in the Southern part of Mexico City. I went over to his house many times, but I’m going to tell you about the only time I actually spent the night there.
His mother arranged my bed. It gets too cold where he lived because it’s on a small mountain. Because of the weather, everything was made of rabbit fur: the bed cover, the slippers they let me use…. I’m so glad I’m not allergic to fur. However, the strangest thing I’ve EVER seen was his deceased dog’s skin over the bed cover. I freaked out because you might remember I don’t like dead animals AND dogs. My friend removed the creepy dog skin from my sight…. but I had a hard time sleeping that night. When I woke up in the morning, his mother asked me “Why didn’t you sleep with the dog’s skin? It’s so warm!”
Guess you already can picture my face at that very moment…
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