“It's a trap!”
Tiger Woods*
#quote
Today I shaved
my incredibly manly chin of its incredibly manly hairs. The battle
between razor and follicles should have been etched in stone for all
of history to forever remember. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
Good
Invention, Wrong Place
“Come my
brothers, sisters, all members of the tribe!” The smart nomad
Rufflefeather called over everyone. “I have created an invention
that will blow your mind!”
The other tribe
members gathered and saw that he stood next to a large campfire.
“It is quite
dazzling and bright. Hot too.” The Chief nodded his head as he
looked at it.
Rufflefeather
danced. “Oh yes, it is! We can dance like this around it and sing!
It can be a center of celebration and warmth.”
The other
members of the tribe started laughing and Chief then responded, “I'm
sorry but I really don't think it'll work out. Look down.”
Rufflefeather
saw that the part of the ice floe he stood on and built the campfire
on melted on the edges and broke off the main piece. He already
started to float away. Rufflefeather's invention wouldn't be very
practical where he would melt the ice so easily, and even if he built
it somewhere sturdier, Rufflefeather was a penguin. What use would a
penguin tribe have for a campfire?
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