“So, Michael was all, ‘you’ll never touch that,’ but I–”
“And you’re sure about this one?”
“Sure I’m sure.”
“Only, I don’t remember it from the blueprint.”
“Fine, I added it. Figured we might as well have some fun.”
“A mammal. With a bill. That lays eggs.”
“Kids! How’s it going?”
“Good. Your father spent seven days on that thing and if it’s not exactly the way he left it, there’ll be Hell to pay!”
“Did’ya hear that? Exactly the way he left it!”
“Guess you don’t want to hear about the narwhals, then?”
Yes, I’m joining the ‘early’ posting Friday Fictioneers, at least until my Fridays become less like Mondays.
Thanks as always to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for daring to host the madness, and props to Douglas MacIlroy for the picture which I didn’t even have to think about before I started writing.
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