Legends from our own lunchtimes

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

File under G for Gecko

There must be nicer ways to die than being squished between the pages of a sketchbook. I guess it was warm and dark at the time, but I have no idea how Mr Gecko actually managed to climb between the pages in the first place, nor how the little bits of gecko found themselves around him like a bunch of blowies round a bit of road kill.

What they are exactly, and how they dispersed themselves remains a rather spooky mystery!


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