after a short sip of dwarf drool, monsieur rose and brushed the crumbs of his meal to the crusty eyed orphans sitting uncomfortably at his feet, which stank of rotten jellyfish and perfume.
“my toes are like god’s diamonds” monsieur said to piglet, his fat fuzzy five-toed cat, “no wonder I am as rich as I am.”
Piglet purred and then promptly scampered off into the corner and proceeded to take a highly dramatized shit in his ruby covered litterbox.
“monsieur!” cried pepe, the vietnamese french orphan who was blind in one eye, “I see god! I see jesus! I see the Mary!”
Monsieur paused, gazing at the boy through his pudgy porkish eyelids, “where do you see such things?” he said as he wriggled his toes.
“in the lobster’s tail! In the moon’s burning bonfires of milk! In the rabid racoons winter coat! In the blood-sausage of sunrise!”,
The room grew silent. Shanti, the indian orphan mumbled something inaudible while wriggling his giant flapping ears. He hovered a few inches above the ground before he finished, then collapsed, looking upwards in terror.
Monsieur towered over the orphans,
“what about my toes? Did you see god in my toes??”
“I saw the midnight dump, the blackwaters burbling, a tangle of undulating wilted lettuces - Indeed I saw god, in-between your toes, for even in the darkest of placest there is the light!”