“Ok, sir, tell me what happened here.”
“Some psycho just came up and sliced Big Bird open the whole way up his back. Then his insides just kind of, I don’t know, walked away I guess.”
“Yeah. His insides.”
“They just got up and walked away?”
“Well they didn’t so much as get up. They just kind of stood there while his skin fell off, but yeah, they walked away. It was really weird.”
“Have you been drinking today, sir?”
“No more than usual.”
“You do realize Big Bird is just a guy in a costume, don’t you?”
I went a little more lighthearted this week just to change it up a bit.
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