Polly

Waking up I decide it's best to begin the day in reverse. I'll dirty my clothes now and clean them as the day progresses. During the late morning I develop a taste for duck. A search in the pantry is fruitless. I'm generally quite spoilt and prone to fits of tantrum. Despite this I'm amazed when my fury becomes too much to handle. I enlarge to 14 times my original size. I beat my chest producing the sound of a timpani. Life becomes lonely as a giant. It's not long before I'm gunned down by a panic stricken government.