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
Bridesmaid to Be
“It certainly would do no harm to go in.” Wolverine told herself before entering the bridal shop. “I’ll have to choose some day anyhow.”
Appointed Rounds
Stork checked his delivery schedule and sighed. “Oh no. Not the gorillas. I hate delivering to the gorillas.”
Are we not entertained?
Yak drove his pickup down to the county coliseum like he did every Saturday night. “I hope the entertainment is better than usual. I’m so sick of rodeo.”
Resting Face
Golden Glavcot spent a restless night worried about the journey tomorrow. “I’m not going to sleep but, I’m not going to open my eyes until the alarm goes off.”
Counsel for the Pretense
“I’m not a political animal in any sense of the word.” Tiger pulled out her knitting needles. “But I do know when to hold my opinion forth and to myself.”
Action Planning
“They should be entering the straits tomorrow.” Koala turned away from the charts and addressed his staff. “If all goes well, we should be able to surprise them with the sun at our backs. Dismissed.”
Hippocratic
Marmoset looked past his patient at the clock beside the door. It had been his idea long ago to place it there so patients would assume that far-away look of his was deep thinking in action. “So, tell me about your mother.”
