Tales of Obscure Usage I

[Matthew Marchese]

Doris turned and absquatulated through the small, flapping pet-door. Elmer
watched with a desipient grin on his face as his wife's dasyphagal, yet
strangely eumorphous, posterior compressed neatly through the seemingly
inexsuperable opening.

"She's prob'ly headin' for the litter-box agin'!", thought Elmer, idly
rubbing his napiform cranium. Meanwhile his frau made loud mewling and
scratching noises in the hallway beyond, deep in the throes of advanced
galeanthropy.

MM
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