It was sunday, and samsam the tiger was watching the carpet.
Over by her bed, the Bugbite-lady was discussing with her Her-in-the-mirror- self.


"Amazing, is it not? How feet can move. And hands and toes...symmetrical or not.
And so i opened the window. Just like i allways do when i'm upset, and the nothingness outside was stunning."

Tap tap tap.

"What was that?
Oh it’s just my high heeled shoe, closing the door behind her, on her way to some cheap nightclub downtown. She has always been like that, you see, and I’ll send samsam the tiger to pic her up when it gets dark.

Dark? No it’s not dark yet, my friend. It’s just the nothingness blurrying our eyes like a fog of flies.
Did you hear what they said on the radio, by the way? That the colours have fled fever.
I’m shore they’ll return, one after another. Otherwise. A shame."


Like the majority of tigers, samsam was not interested in politics, and therefore it did not listen to the other two, but concentrated on building a nest under the striped carpet. Soon they could just see the tail.
The mirror-Bugbite-lady-Herself sighed.


"It's lovely, is it not, to see children play. Such innesence".
And she flew out the window, followed by the shouting of three small buglike snuffle-creatures, upset because she had crushed their disco-cave on her way.