Oh yes I fed the christmas cake as well.

You'll note that I said Christmas cake instead of cakes.

We do not speak of our departed bretherin in these troubled times.

Polli-Anna will be remembered but there shall be no statue to our secret shame.

It was for the good of the land that she departed.

Why do you still look at me with those eyes of acusation?

It wasn't my choice, it was the elders...

Their decree.

I wanted no part of the sacrifice, but as the father of... of Polli-Anna... it was my duty.

Do you hear me? My duty.

When has any of you ever had his faith and devotion to creed and counrty tested so.

I flinched and that shamed me into action.

I admit it - I took my daughter - my stunted and blackened daughter of cake mix and brandy - and i tore her

apart till there was nothing left but crumbs and shame.

I washed.... but I will never be clean.

I now spie on my son...

My Wilfred.

Wilfred is a good boy - he is everything Polli-Anna is not .... no.... was not.

He is a good boy.... and yet...

and yet i feel a hunger in me, a hunger I did not know I possessed, build each time a suckle him on the barndy bottle.

He smells so good.

I flagilate myself nightly for these sinful thoughts. My own son, how could I?

And even now I can imagine his taste...

Polli-Anna was a freak, a blemish on the family honour.

Wilfred is pure and supple.

If Polli-Anna woke this unnatural urge in me then perhaps Wilfreds death will silence it forever.

That is the evil justification my mind whispers each time I look at him.

I have been strong until now.

But soon....

I will need...

To feed.

I have enjoyed this

Why? Its ridiculous.

Oh, yes. Just. Mmmmmm. I'm a little bit internally aroused by that entire rant.

The demise of Polli-Anna: an artist's interpretation.

It kind of looks like you have breasts, but I assure you it's armour. Sorry about that.

Lol I like the art as well. Especially the breast plate

Why am I wearing a red cummerbund?

Oh oh oh its Sanguinious! I get it, yay! But where are my wings...

Oh Anton, you get aroused by the strangest things.

yea he does.