Four years have passed since the brunnel race initiated first contact with Earth to prevent our self destruction.
Those who fear the inevitable change still dutifully pay their town’s annual dog license fees. Others, like me, seek escape from the absurdity. That escape is the brunnel interspecies program.
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“Good evening, Mr. Stock. Step over here so we may have a look in that backpack, please,” bellowed the school’s vice principal, Mr. Stuckley. “Planning to do homework at the homecoming dance, are we?”
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There was a knock at the door and suddenly the Christmas lights went out.
Continue reading Skippy & Mrs. Kribshaw
“Lock the door,” said Alvin, “and have a seat over there on the couch.” The boy said nothing but complied with the request. “On second thought, draw the blinds closed, too. One can never be too careful.”
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