“Oh this is fun!” Golden Jackal made another sharp turn before stopping in a deep doorway; he could hear the crowd trying to find him. “I really need some upbeat jazzy theme music to go with this.”
The Things with Spirit
Chores
“All done making groceries,” Vietnamese Pot Belly slammed the lid of his trunk, “now I can go home. That wasn’t so hard.”
Cush Job
Ratel listened to the bugle call from his seat in the latrines. “Well, they’ll bally well have to wait. What’s the point of being general if I can’t make them wait?”
It’s a what?
Dugong rummaged behind the counter looking for something to entertain his young customers. “Ah, here we go. You wanted a puzzle and a trick? Well, you’re going to love this. So, who is the first victim, I mean, volunteer?”
Push Off
Toddy Cat read his orders from headquarters and checked his watch. “Right then, chaps, it seems we have only an hour so if you have any last minute cards or letters to send home, best finish them now.”
Honestly Brutal
“I believe what my learned colleague is trying to say,” Hog Badger started, then faltered. “Actually, I haven’t the faintest clue what you’re trying to say. What the toasted fish cakes was that?”
Romantic Airs
Hoolock Gibbon stared intently at the miniature portrait of her beloved that was done discreetly and hurriedly by her own hand as he was walking his young students through the nature park on a Wednesday not too distant while she hid amongst the holly and ivy near the western gate. “Oh my sweet, my heart, how I do admire your stride.”
