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
On the Inside
African Clawless Otter put down brush and mirror and turned towards the camera. “When they ask me how I got my long, luxurious fur I tell them, it’s in the gene pool, of course.”
What did I come in here for?
“I know I had it when I came in here?” Ox looked around the cluttered room in a circle and lifted his hat to scratch his head. “Where is that porkpie?”
Tech Suave?
“I changed the ID on my wifi to ‘uncouth’,” Maine Coon explained. “Just so no one gets the wrong idea about it being open.”
Exercise in Utility
Tasmanian Devil looked at her three would-be assailants on the ground. “No, no. Don’t be so quick to crawl off, I was just warming up.”
All in a Name
“Mullah of Mayhem, Master of Disaster…” Yellow-pine Chipmunk worked his way through the big book of nicknames looking for one of his own. “Oh, I like this one! The Marquis of Melee.”
All that Glitters
“The limits of physical beauty,” Arabian Wolf explained, “are only exceeded by a bank account of sufficient size.”
Electoral College
“Buying politicians is easy. Buying votes is easy. Loyalty? Not so much.” Mule drank and set the copper mug down. “Is commodities market, understand?”
