Camel, Basic, Kool (60Th Anniversary - Flannery O'connor Issue) (Short Story‪)‬

She looked down at the larval thing in her lap and said, I believe I'll call him Winston. And when they wrote it on the cardboard pad, it was so. Winston, skinny and pinked, with a sock-looking hat and a smell like cottage cheese. His wrinkled eye-slits slid half-open and closed. She pressed him against her, and his dark mouth hole parted into a yawn. He rooted. Toothless as a guppy. Gina was seventeen.