The Story Begins

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

Poor Planning

After setting up his umbrella and placing his gear within easy reach, St. Bernard sat back in his beach chair and almost just started to relax when, “Am I forgetting something? I feel like I’m forgetting something.”

Rationales

A Turkey Vulture Photo by Steve Harvey on Unsplash

Turkey Vulture knocked back the bourbon left in the glass then picked up the bottle. “You my friend, give me purpose. A very grim, dark purpose. Well I, I suppose I should thank you.”

Circus Act

“You want me to do what? With this?” Chicken looked at the orange again. “Are you kidding? An egg, sure. I can handle that. But this? Cluck you, buddy.”