It was the same porridge Mother had fed him every day until he slit her throat, and he knew that it would keep the breeder healthy, just as it had him... He ate slowly, relishing the lack of terror flowing through his body, and then he took the huge bowl of porridge, a glass, and a gallon of milk to the basement. Once inside the bitchs room, he set the tray on the wheeled table and looked at her. Her eyes were open and red-rimmed. Tracks from dried tears ran down her face, but she was not crying. ." and bouncing up and down on me and crying out, "Oh...oh...oh...oh darling...beautiful...beautiful..." until she finally drooped over me.I could feel our mingled fluid starting ooze out of her and we were both getting very sticky. Mother removed herself from me and got out of bed for a few moments, and then with what I suppose was a handkerchief started to clean me up, and then I presumed her self, because there were some fumbling movements.Then she drew the covers over us and said, "sleep. There were no bumps on his head, or bruises. His gear was examined, but there was nothing remarkable about it. His harness, which would have been dangling severed shroud lines that would have raised all kinds of other questions, was missing, the only thing the elves seemed to have kept when they magicked him out of the pole.He put a hand to his head when he thought about that. There was no North Pole. He really had landed bad, and he really had struck his head hard enough to have. . Lekin iss k stories pdh kar mujhme confidence aaya mujhe laga ki usse baat chit shuru karni chahiye tb ja kar kahi use chod paoga . To isi housle k sath main lag gaya kaam par. Baat chit badha di usse usse baat karte samay khud ko mushkil se control kar pata aur baar baar uske doodh dekhta rehta vo b notice karti aur sharmati ab main second level par pahunch gaya jb b kbhi terrace par jata go usko dekh lund salami deta to main usi k samne pkd leta apna lawda esa kaafi dino tk chalta raha ..