Long Nose
Tina didn’t mean to stick her nose into other people’s business, it was just that it was so long she often couldn’t help it. She wondered if ObamaCare would cover a nose/beak job?. . . . David, Sf.G.
Don’t Touch Me!
Gloria knew intellectually that bees and insects were necessary to ensure pollination and thus guarantee future generations of her kind, but those tickling little feet just drove her around the bend. Why couldn’t they just hover like humming birds? . . . . David, Sf.G.
All Seafood Diet
Imogene had learned in her natural history class that Willets like her had an all seafood diet, but, she reasoned, they didn’t get all the seafood available. No catfish nuggets, coconut shrimp, lobster bisque and no fish sticks or McDonald’s Filet of Fish sandwiches . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Skinny Legs
Eddy had to face it: he had skinny legs. No matter what he did–hundreds of reps on the leg press, high protein drinks, squats, or jogging miles on the beach–he was never going to have legs like the NFL linebackers or like J. J. Watt . . . . David, Sf.G.
Skipping Lunch
Will was a dreamer, and day dreaming often made him lose track of hours at a time. Earlier today, the water was so still that he could see his reflection, and he kept trying to picture himself in the starring role of some new Animal Planet, Nature, or Nat Geo reality series featuring the complex lives of, well, birds like himself, and their interactions with other creatures–you know, the “Bird Whisperer”. Once he realized he had missed lunch with his day dreaming, he figured, “What the heck, let’s skip lunch and go straight to dinner. I’ll have my people call your people when I’ve made reservations.” . . . . . David, Sf.G.
Being Blonde
For some reason Patty couldn’t understand, being blonde had always been equated with “not the sharpest knife in the drawer” and similar ideas. She didn’t have any trouble making a living though; in fact, she was thinking of running for political office–perhaps she could chair the Congressional Committee on Blonde Affairs.. . . . . David, Sf.G.