Description
I was born during the opening credits of a movie. A monster movie. Not born in the theatre. Born in the movie. My mother was fleeing some kind of disaster. She had me. I cried a lot. It was my first speaking part. Then my mother buried me in some reeds or high grass. We never saw my mother again. And then some dogs showed up. A pack. They began to sniff around me. I started to laugh. And they began to drag me off. To raise me. Or for dinner. It hadn't been decided. And then a gun shot. One of the dogs rolled over dead. (No animals were hurt during the shooting of this film. It was a movie. Make believe.) A man with bad teeth and bad breath picked me up. To raise me. Or for dinner. It hadn't been decided.