Short Stories

 

One morning the old water-rat put his head out of his hole. He had bright beady eyes and stiff grey whiskers and his tail was like a long bit of black india-rubber. The little ducks were swimming about in the pond, looking just like a lot of yellow canaries, and their mother, who was pure white with real red legs, was trying to teach them how to stand on their heads in the water.

"You will never be in the best society unless you can stand on your heads," she kept saying to them; and every now and then she showed them how it was done, but the little ducks paid no attention to her. They were so young that they did not know what an advantage it is to be in society at all.

Thought Showers
by Patrick O’Connor

THE boardroom was silent apart from the slurpy sound of Barnaby devouring his breakfast.

“Do you want that sausage?” asked John.

 


“YOU want to do what? Over my dead body!”

Thomas was not one to mess around. If something needed saying, it got said, even if the other person couldn’t grasp the meaning.

 



MELVIN passed wind and rolled over.

A couple of hours later he opened one eye and realized it was probably time to get up.

About an hour after that he rose and made his way to the bathroom where after completing his ablutions, he stared at his face in the mirror.