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
The Mind Somersaults
Warthog looked at his dinner guests in astonishment. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m a genius in dog years.”
Suave
“Fix that hat, mister!” Holland Lop barked at his bartender before opening the doors for business. “This is a classy joint, not an ice cream parlor.”
Entanglements
“Sweetheart, I absolutely have to go to work,” Hog-nosed Skunk failed to disentangle himself from his mate. “Now, do you want the long green or just the stuff that jingles in your purse.”
English 101
“Artistic license aside, and all the apostrophes you managed to stuff in there as well,” Scops Owl critiqued his student’s paper, “pomegranate still does not rhyme with orange.”
Playtime
“The problem with playing poker with you guys,” Raccoon told his various family members at the table, “is that we all look like we’re cheating.”
Again?
“I regret that I have but one life, oh, no thank you,” Araucana turned down blindfold and cigarette. “What was I saying? I had something prepared for this, you know. Can we reschedule?”
Cartography
“Oh no, I wouldn’t say it borders on the grotesque,” Osprey commented. “It’s more like land-locked.”
