Boot bent down and carefully picked the rodent shaped, mushy grey lump of thoughts out of the filthy water, then she took it home, hosed it off and placed it on a lofty shelf, nestled amongst the cleansing soaps of purity.
I know all about mushy grey rodent-shaped lumps. I wish someone would pick me up, hose me off and take me home.
If I could ‘mouse, I would.
That sentence really doesn’t sound like me, though. “cleansing soaps of purtity”? Do I even know where the soap is in my house?
By the way, I don’t wish to hose you down at all (like you just fine the way you are).
I just had an amusing thought about minds literally being found in a gutter. How the rodent-shaped thing got into that sentence, I’ll never know.