Wonderous Marvel
 

She could navigate her way home with hers eyes closed if she wanted and often wandered about during moonless nights when the trees cast no silhouettes against the blackened skies. “If I could shrink myself down to the size of a pebble and manage to roll my way into the belly of a llama, then work my way down its large intestine and down through the smaller intestines - stopping only briefly to say hello to the bladder, liver and my old friend Spleen - way way down where the digested cud lay in waiting, just before the guardians of the colon could cast me outward – That’s how dark it would be!” she would cry, “Dark as the inside of a llama’s ass.” She would smile, reveling in her gift of metaphor.