The Tent

At this the dictionaries began to untwist,
and time stalled and reversed;
the sweaters wound back into their balls of wool,
which rolled bleating out into the meadows;

...

Squashed mice were shot backwards out of traps,
brides and grooms uncoupled like shunting trains,
tins of sardines exploded, releasing their wiggling shoals;
dinosaur bones whizzed like missiles
out of museums back to the badlands,
and bullets flew sizzling into their guns.

...

and everywhere
the children shrank and began to
drop teeth and grow hair.

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A sponge on the rampage is a formidable foe. It has no central nervous system, not like us.

‰ЫПIt‰ЫЄs not like us,‰Ыќ says Chris, from the top of his condo, where he has gone with his binoculars to reconnoitre. Amanda clings to him fearfully. What a shame this is ‰ЫУ they just bought the condo, in which they had great sex in Chapter One, and now look. All that decor gone to waste.

(from ‰ЫПThree Novels I Won‰ЫЄt Write Soon‰Ыќ)