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June 26, 2008

Jeff R.: Grounds For Punishment

Captain Randolph was disgusted. He called over his first mate. The little man scurried across the deck.

"Yes, Keptin?"

"Do you know what's wrong with this ship?"

The mate stared at him, blankly. Eventually Captain Randolph had to begin again.

"No, of course I'll have to spell it out for you. In fact, I can sum it up in a single word."

"What word is dat, Keptin?"

"Discipline."

The mate stared, blankly, for a few seconds. Then he spoke. "No, no, dis a ship, Keptin." He waved up at the sky, at a distant contrail. "Now dat, dat a plin."

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Discipline.

There were times when all it required was a word, but not this morning. This morning he was being difficult. But, that was to be expected. She would just have to use some good old fashion discipline.
"Now listen. That belongs to us and you know it. You will have to take it off now."
The huge yellow head shook back and forth.
"Alright, you have forced me. I will have to take it off you the hard way." She reached over and plucked one large yellow feather.
There was a scream from inside and it was over.

-Jeffrey Hite

http://greathites.blogspot.com Weekly short stories from me with a challenge for you.

Posted by: Jeffrey Hite at June 27, 2008 7:27 AM · Permalink