Fox Biddable (12)--giant & mongoose

   
   "Fox Biddable (12)--giant & mongoose"
   
   After a super, splendid night chatting it up with Jenny McGee's foxy fabulous, and bowing humbly to Healing Eagle, Clovis Bloom went home, took his pills and vitamins, drank a hot glass of lemongrass tea and fell into slumber.  He awoke, not having REM sleep, though knowing a giant had come to him from a foreign dimension during sleep and planted a robotic bug in his nasal cavity; thus, when Clovis awoke, he invoked the Virgin Mary and Saint Joseph for their parental protection; next, went to see his shrink, the man highly intelligent, but believing Jung's bullshit on flying saucers.
   As the twosome sat across from one another, Clovis not laying on the couch behind the shrink, though the man was a Freudian--to the bone. 
   Clovis told him about how they've been here since Saint Michael drove them to the Earth, and that they have been in a nefarious gel with societies since the conception of human consciousness, often coming in your dreams, which is you remembering the interaction, for as the Psalmist and Christ knew--we are gods, and the best karate is inside of us, unless we're distracted by idol worship like money, careerism or how our neighbor's breasts might feel, and if she's a C or D cup; moreover, Clovis told him that a fallen angel that appeared as a nasty giant put a probe in him, working alongside the shadow government.  The shrink probed as well:  "Still on the anti-psychotics?"
   Clovis was like:  "Hell ya, but it's not like I'm pissed or anything.  They're supposed to try and kill me, for that's their job.  But Jesus puts the pitchfork up their ass in the end--so, I'm fine.  I'm too stupid to have anxiety.  Confucius knows that an ignorant man is far more dangerous than an educated man; plus, I am the mongoose."
   The shrink asked:  "The mongoose?"
   "Yeah, it's better to be hated than phony.  You love danger and kill venomous animals."  Clovis blurted.
   The shrink with:  "How's reality, you crank?"
   Clovis, not offended, responded:  "I met a girl last night, and she's a fox."
   The shrink rubbed his forehead, mumbling:  "My Dad always told me to be a pediatrician."