Horoscope for a Capricorn
Randy is distraught. His neighbor Martha has always seemed astonishingly average, and yet here she was on her front lawn attempting to solder her cat onto an antique armchair. “Absurd!” he thinks. “Creative?” he wonders. “Obtuse” he concludes. Randy sits at his window for quite some time, watching Martha try to hold her cat down long enough for it to be fused to the antique armchair via scalding melted metal. Then Randy smiles goes to bed.














