The Grentvoc

He called it a “Grentvoc”. I was perplexed, excited and hungry when I looked at it, but it wasn’t for eating. At least, it didn’t seem to be. It shimmered and rotated and those are not qualities I expect from provisions. Nevertheless, I reached out my tongue and gently touched the side of the item.

“Don’t do that”, he said. “You stand to lose your jaw.”

I retracted my tongue, all the way back into my head. His voice had the serious tone to it that I associate with disgraced politicians.

“I’m going to take it away now”, he said. “You should feel proud that you got to see it. Most people never will.”

I suppose I did feel proud, but also perplexed, excited and hungry, and my tongue pecked at my teeth impatiently.