FeelAx The Cat

FeelAx the Cat had a tale with twists and turns. This tale after tale tail-tasticle as it sounds, and terrified as it did the tremors of talkers, of watchers and waiters, of people and particulars. The audiences were small, and the movies were smaller, they were black and they were white and they were small and they were smaller. These were telling tales of tale, with twists and turns and tell me all about it. FeelAx moved his tale slightly and took a click and moved it again and took another. Animating his own tail he was, and making a tale with a tale of the tail. There was subtle, there was line, there was endless forever taking a line on a walking way, talking a walk on a line, your line, his line, their line, the line.

Through thick and thin, through thick and think, that line and this line and thick line and thin. Through tail was his tail nailed to his head, he nailed it on the head even though it was really nailed on his behind. On the great behind, on the great be yonder. But it was never, it was never nailed, for it was free as a tale and free for a tail and free for a nail, for a fee, for a free fee tail. 

What a tale he had, a tale that I want to tell you about that tail, and if you have a tale to tell back, that's all to the better, for the better told are the tails behind us. Our tail is where we've been, but his could be both, both ahead and a behind, for the thickness of its commentary, for the curveness of its extraordinary and that's where it started, our inspiration and flashlight, that flash of light and flash of tale, that tail to light us from behind and guide our way from the back row onward.

Ah, yes, FeelAx the Cat was there and he is here, he is gone but he goes on. Let's take a walk and his look, shall we?

Your fraithful sarvant,

Horrace Hound