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 Tidings
“What do you mean my ship hasn’t come in?” Aegean Cat asked the paymaster. “That’s not funny. That’s not funny at all.”
Why me?
“Oh please, oh please, stop. Just stop.” Possum muttered under his breath as his wife insisted on speaking to the manager. “Oh please, don’t anger the bear.”
Travel Essentially
“Splendid job, chap!” Toad yelled at Dormouse working the crank. “Just one more time should turn her over I think. We’ll be on our way in no time, ha ha!”
Becoming Moonlight
Serval stepped out of the bar on the side street and wandered into the mist shrouded square. “And now beignets and café au lait, but first, a dance.”
Teamwork
“All right, we going to do this,” Coati looked at his reflection in the mirror, “you and me. She’s our best and deserves to know of it. I hope this ring is the right size.”
Tourist Tirade
“Will you come on?” Baboon encouraged Puma. “The train will leave without us whether your feet hurt on not. I told you to wear your walking shoes not your Sunday-go-to-meeting clogs.”
Yard Details
“You know, I’ve never actually done this sort of thing before,” Satin Angora professed as he pulled on his brand new work gloves. “Raking the leaves, you say? Well, how difficult could that be? I mean, there they are and we’re here with this rake thing. Funny rake, I always thought that meant something else entirely. Never associated it with work.”
