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
Documentation
Mole kept the camera rolling despite the obvious danger. “I know this is history in the making but prosperity is going to have to cut me a bigger check this time.”
A Prediction is Made
Mouse waited for the crowd to fall silent once again. “Know this then, you don’t have to hear my words, much less believe them, when you can open your eyes and see for yourself the destruction of our livelihood. The light grows more dim every day, and soon dark will be all that we know.”
A Tasteful Subject
Pig was happy with his cheeseball. His cheeseball, his lemonade and his anchovies. “That’ll do says I, that’ll do.”
Backup
“If I ever get out of here,” Maltese swore to himself, “I am going back to the farm and never leaving again.”
In a Bottle
“Anyone know what time it is?” Woolly Bat inquired. “It appears my sundial is broken again.”
Family Business
“See?” Mallard nudged Raccoon with his elbow and pointed at the sign. “I told you my mother lived on Witchduck road. Understand?”
Let ’em fly!
Puffin finished counting his fortune. “Hmph, thirty-two cents. Vegas it is, baby.”
