Dreyfus

So we dissected squid in bio today, John and I named her Dreyfus. She was very tolerant of us, and very understanding when we split open her ink sack and wrote cryptic notes to each other using her pen. (If you don't know, the pen is kinda like a backbone, but not so much. It's all that's left of the shells they had, way back when.) She was a real trooper when we used a scalpel to write our names in her liver. We didn't hear a peep as Gabe stuffed her mutilated carcass into a plastic bucket with a million others like sardines, and then jumped on the top, chopping off an arm. She never complained when I threatened to eat her mantle, because I was hungry. She didn't so much as open her beak to object when we took out her mouth, beak, and esophagus in one fell twist and pull I'll never forget her, Dreyfus. <3