Francis lived on the wall behind the toilet, and he
and the human had a polite co-existence. He appreciated that.
The morning of her birthday, the human noticed Francis
wasn’t on the wall.
She’d just started showering, when she heard a tiny
horn and felt something on her leg. She looked down at Francis, who had hidden
himself under the bath mat. “Surprise!” he said, waving his little appendages.
Startled, the human directed the water onto her leg,
washing Francis back under the mat, destroying his hat and dissolving the tiny
cake.
“What the fuck?” Francis would never understand
humans.
No comments:
Post a Comment