The Prisoners

“This can’t be happening?!” Froggy John cried.

“I can’t believe she hung us out to dry like this! Where’s God? Where’s my agent?” Baby Ducky moaned.

“I feel an existential threat like I’ve never felt before,” Buffy Kitty mewed

Momma Ducky remained quiet.

Fearing the worst, Baby Ducky quacked, “You okay back there, Momma D.?”

“Sure! Once we’re nice and dry, why we’ll be back with little Abe in his playpen again!”

After a long silence, Froggy John croaked, “Nice not having my eyeballs chewed.”

“Peaceful,” Baby D. said.

Buffy Kitty whispered, “I have a plan . . . .”


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