Literature
The Evil Acorn
It was a day like any other, lined with a photorealistic backdrop the locals accepted as their neighborhood. A bizarre feline alien strolled down the sidewalk of an unnamed street. He stopped momentarily to inspect the sky. For some reason, he could feel eyes upon him. But soon enough pleasant thoughts of beans, Fish Pockets, and song composition drowned out his paranoia.
"I'm walkin' down the street, down the street," he sang, swinging his airs to the beat. "Movin' with the rhythm of the heat, of the heat. With the hot sidewalk beneATH MY FEEEEEEEEEET!" His arms shot out dramatically.
"Hey, ijit!" screamed a Lewis Black-like voice.
The felin