The flu has captured me, and I’m writing this after a bottle of Advil and some Theraflu.
It’s possible what I’m about to explain didn’t even happen and/or I’m misremembering, but I was just given soup and told a story about a children’s book.
The tale horrified me more than my own body betraying me, which as you can imagine, is quite offensive.
This is what I remember.
1) There are two brothers – one is the older one, and the other is named Super Garbage.
2) Super Garbage eats the older brother’s turtle, and the mom buys him a dog as a replacement.
3) The turtle dies.
4) None of this is even the main part of the book.
It did come out later in the conversation that this was more of a 4th grade level thing than a picture book for toddlers, which is what I initially thought.
My cold sweats started around there, and then I was alone again.
Does any of this make sense.