Evil adjusted his pince-nez and read aloud from Whirl’s notebook.
“Rising to its feet like a restless greenhouse on stilts, the forest giant surveyed the vista. Jeez, what the hell kinda line is that?”
“It’s my first bad analogy,” replied Whirl.
“You’re a goddam cheat,” said Evil, throwing up his hands. “These were supposed to be set in some sorta context.”
“Like a woeful washing machine spinning its load in a universe of dirty laundry?”
“Quit it, willya?”
“Hey — that’s not one of my remaining three.
Published on June 21, 2009 07:24