My Short Short Story for the Day

The penguin.  Solid, bold, stands alone.  Stands strong.  This is his fortress.  His domain.  His…oh squawk.  That’ll never fly Harold told himself as he waddled across the desktop.  It has to be believable.  No big studio is gonna give this a second thought.  He kicked the paper off the desk and into the trash.  It had to be stronger, have more of a punch.  But this…this was just pure bird poo.  Squawk!  Harold padded back and forth across the desk, wiggling his tail feathers and flapping his wings.  What to write?  What to write?  Squawk!  That’s it!  I have the perfect opener.  This will get all the studios tearing each other apart to produce.  Just need to type it out before Al comes back.  Harold tapped the keys as fast as his flippers could move.  Oh, no!  Harold waddled to the center of the desk and froze. 

“Hey?  How did this get in the trash?”  Al snapped.  “This was awesome!”  Al settled into his chair and looked at the screen.  “What is this?”  Al shook his head and deleted it.  “No one’d ever buy that.”

Harold rolled his eyes.  Squawk.  Maybe next time.