Wednesday, April 03, 2024

TOY DEPARTMENT: Battery-operated Screamer

 

Huddled and fearful in Dr. Pussycat's waiting room, young dunf heard his baby sister cry out.

Her heart-breaking sobs were muffled, the dentist's knobby hands in her mouth.

Soon it would be his turn.

The high whine of a drill and industrial grinding shattered the afternoon stillness.

He dropped his Little Golden Book of Uncle Piggly Wiggly and passed out.

Celebrate those days?

Rinse. Spit.

    

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