Why are there pink foxes? I’m looking out the window of the plane. There are pink foxes swirling in the sky, leaving sparkly trails of pink glitter. Why? I think I might be hallucinating. You know, I probably am hallucinating. But, amidst this confusion, I find these pink foxes quite relaxing.
Wait, what are they doing? They’re attacking each other, and they’re shredding each other into oblivion. Blood is splattering on the plane as the rip each other’s flesh off. There is blood mixed with pink sprinkles everywhere. By this time, the pink foxes are screaming and laughing with insanity.
Then, the last pink fox finally finishes off the others. Slowly, it turns toward me, and smashes straight through the window, impaling my left eye. Laughing with insanity, the pink fox drags me out the window, into the eternal abyss of the sky.
Oh, I love this one! I can totally see it in my mind.