"OOWWW!"
"Quit complaining," I said.
"This is a bad idea!"
"Our readers will love this shot, Myx," I said. Maybe I was projecting a little too much.
"OOWWW!"
"Come on--I set you down there as gently as I could."
"My ass!" Myx grunted.
"Why don't you dazzle us all with your knowledge by telling us what kind of cactus that is, Myx?"
"URRFF!"
I took the photo and gingerly lifted Myx off the cactus. Wuddaya know? Many of the cactus needles had embedded themselves into the flesh of the book--not only between the pages, but some had even injected themselves into the thickness of a single page for more than a quarter of an inch. It took some time to pick them all out.
"Prickly pear cactus," Myx said. His voice was raspy and tired.
"Hmmm?" I mumbled, distracted by my cactus needle extractions.
"And, Dave, speaking of pricks ...."
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1 comment:
That would'a hurt...
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