POTATO MOON, Part 77: “In Which The Author is Really Happy He Took a Nap in the Middle of This,” by Lance Karutz

Edwood’s eyebrow raised almost imperceptibly, but everyone happened to be blinking at that precise moment, so his act was, in all actuality, imperceived.  He stabbed at his potato (or was it potatoe?)-made voodoo doll of Jakob.  He had done many things to the spud… effigy… spudigy thing that he had secretly kept in his pants since chapter fourteen.  Over the course of the past few days, he had molded it into many shapes, including his favorite failed politicians, Michael Dukakis and Dan Quayle, and a potato bug.  And have you ever seen a potato bug?  Those things are disgusting.  My sister once found one in her shoe when we were kids.  I think it scarred her for life.  Anyway, Edwood even molded the spud into a snaggle-toothed Shark Boy at one point.  But for now, since no one in the Gap seemed to be fawning over his perfectly-coiffed beauty, or even approached him to see if he needed assistance, he was content to jab a perfectly-formed finger into the eye of what now looked like normal old Jakob.