Thanks for joining me as we relive a golden era of storytelling from the early years of the Atomic Age.
I never was any good at this. — Ponyard Kipling
Rush
“Yes, I need a cab, please, right away.” Nicobar Treeshrew said into the phone. “Thirty-three Old Sawyer Lane. Yes. Please, do hurry I’m in a bit of a rush.”
Just Checked In
Humpback Dolphin sat alone at the table with his slice of cake. His guests were long gone after surrendering to his snipes, jabs and insults born of his own insecurities. “So, looks like I’m still good at dishing out. I wish they’d do the same and quit being so sensitive to my… um… to me. This condition of mine.”
First Records
“Here, light me.” Himalayan Mole held out his cheap cigar to a mechanic in the hangar while looking out the open doors at the airplane on the runway. “Is she ready? Am I ready? Wait, don’t answer that. Just light this thing and let’s get going. We’re losing daylight as it is.”
In an Eye
“All right, let’s do this. I said I wasn’t, but I’m going to anyway.” Bluetick Coonhound poured a bourbon, sat down on the couch, and tuned in the beauty pageant. Then abruptly getting up, “Naw, I’m going to need a double.”
Evening Falls
Tibetan Gazelle set the alarm clock down on the nightstand. “I know it’s an early alarm but I’ll try not to wake you when I leave. Now, about that good night kiss?”
Evident Domain
Blanford’s Fox admitted to the inspector, “Yes, I do bear a great deal of responsibility for this province but it’s the choice I make to be responsible for what I choose. I think.”
Ruling Party
“Just one idea. Just give me one good idea, please.” Sloth Bear asked and instantly regretted when the revolutionary council erupted in unfettered creativity.
