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Going Full Veg

The slugs kept coming, brilliantly colored in purple, orange, and a myriad other hues, fronded and frilled like their marine cousins. The slugs, some as large as small horses, spilled from the chimney and glided over the floor, walls, and ceiling. Brenda loved escargot, and her first thought was free food, though none would fit in a skillet. Some of the smaller ones could be roasted in the oven, medium-size specimens could be grilled in the brick fire pit out back. The largest would have to be sliced into steaks. Yum! But only a few of these succulent babies would fit in the freezer anyway. What was more, she was now blocked from the doors and windows by masses of huge slugs crawling over one another; several waved their retractable eye stalks at her suspiciously. An especially colorful specimen, about the size of a Labrador dog, oozed up her body and kissed her on the lips (or was preparing to tear her face off, she wasn't sure which). The slug fell away then, but Brenda began to feel quite peculiar. All the slugs moved back as if to give her room. Most of them raised up, balancing on their tails, and gesticulated wildly with their eyestalks, She stretched up herself, her blue eyes nearly brushing the water-splotched ceiling, writhing back at them. She could see the garden over their heads. Feeling a great hunger for leafy greens, she joined the herd as it began streaming from the house in search of food.