It would be unnecessarry and possibly insulting to you, doomed reader, to recount the rest of that fatefully murderous first day. You won’t be surprised to learn, I hope, that it was full of murder. We (the Socks and I) murdered every man, woman, child, and animal we came accross from then on. Oddly enough, the only thing that was left unmurdered was a group of crows I passed on the way home.
Every murder, as in the incidents I have described, took place during the course of an instantaneous flash and was preceded by the same murderous glow.
This was very exciting at first, though always a bit unpleasant. I had never been murdered before (at that time) and didn’t know what it was like, but I knew it must be even less fun for the victims than for myself. It always happened so fast that it couldn’t have been all that painful, but death was death and murder was definitely a kind of death. I tried not to think about it too much.