Caribou’s head snapped up. Looking across the herd he saw a familiar face staring back at him. “You smell it too?”
Tug on my Antler
Author: Uncle Artie
You've heard of the Old Man and the Sea? Or maybe the Chicken of the Sea? The Old Chicken? Forget that, I'm the other Old Man, the Old Man of the Tech. A Technology Fabulist, a known teller of tales, the Homer of the Post Atomic Age; that would be the Information Age. Is anyone keeping up with this?
Choked Up
“E-s-p-o-s-a-l.” Pangolin finished. “Is that it? Did I get it right? Did I win? Did I?”
Poor Planning
After setting up his umbrella and placing his gear within easy reach, St. Bernard sat back in his beach chair and almost just started to relax when, “Am I forgetting something? I feel like I’m forgetting something.”
Rationales
Turkey Vulture knocked back the bourbon left in the glass then picked up the bottle. “You my friend, give me purpose. A very grim, dark purpose. Well I, I suppose I should thank you.”
Circus Act
“You want me to do what? With this?” Chicken looked at the orange again. “Are you kidding? An egg, sure. I can handle that. But this? Cluck you, buddy.”
A drink for my friends!
“Come, my friends, fill your glasses,” implored Gnu. “I feel a toast upon me, the buttered kind with plenty of rum. Hot toddy ta!”
Sweet, sweet Youth
Swan laughed a little bitterly, “My growing up? My adolescence? You want to know what it was like being just a duckling? Oh, you have no idea what you’re asking.”
