Primary School i can picture a well-fed pack of neo-human hounds lounging around some primeval fire, triceratops grazing in the tall grass and one, especially sleek jackal, arm thrown back over a rock, lips smacking on a bone toothpick, and snapping "yeah, this'll do fine for the next million years, or so, with a few, minor refinements," and then whirling on the skinny, runtish dog, slinking in to snatch one scrap, now that the feast is over; whirling, teeth flashing, and trapping the pup by the throat with a death snarl..... how can you raise an eyebrow, when the husband slaps the wife, or they finally drop the big one? how can you act surprised? |