DeadLenore

CHAPTER 2. "Blurrblblablurrblurrglurrp... glurrpyblurrpybluub..." A burbling hum, sounding as though a pigeon had tried cooing underwater, fumbled the melody of some random old country tune.   Of course, country tunes these days were not sung by a fake cowboy twanging howdyhey-giddyup, dressed in a fringed sequin shirt and an oversized Stetson bearing the Stars and Stripes. No. That genre of music was handled by green scaly blobs sporting six tentacles, three eyes, slack wide mouth, and gills. They were the country folk of the present. And mostly the country tunes sounded like a pigeon trying to coo underwater, considering that the green blo