“What is this? A present? For me?” Chihuahua excitedly opened the box his wife handed him; his anticipation caused him to shake nervously. “What? What? What is this? Oh, it’s a… it’s a… a… sweater. How nice.”
Club of Glee
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?
The Press gets Printed
“Well, well, well.” Woodpecker opened his morning paper at the breakfast table. “What do we have today? Anything interesting or should I have drilled this particular tree to death before it got here?”
Leading the Way
Musk Deer led the little group to a secluded clearing deep in the woods. A couple of logs for sitting and the remains of a fire occupied the center. “Ah! This looks like the spot.”
Free to Speak
“I have an opinion I would like to share,” Beagle said as she stepped up to the microphone. “It may not be popular, nor critical, but nonetheless I have a right to say it. Now, let me reference my notes.”
Stand
“Rye.” Jackrabbit told the bartender after passing the swinging doors. As his drink was poured he listened to the stranger up on the stage who was haranguing the crowd about voting being a privilege and only the privileged should vote. Jackrabbit downed his drink in one. “Well, that tears it. Looks like my day isn’t over yet.”
By Any Other Name
“What do you mean, make it rhyme?” Mallard looked aghast at his editor. “Poetry doesn’t have to rhyme. That’s like saying every doughnut has to have a hole in the middle. Are you insane?”
Airfare
Flying Squirrel checked the clock on the mantle again. “Where is that taxi? I have got to get to the airport now. I knew I should have flown myself, but I have luggage to check.”
