Thursday, March 24, 2016

Dear Ornithorhynchus anatinus,

     Another year is almost passed. I both greet the fact and regret the passing as it makes one another year toward the inevitable.

     I have watched with interest to see if you would act upon my recommendation of genetic testing and DNA transformation.

     I’ve seen no evidence of such. I’m sure I would have if you had. I’m still urging you to consider such. I feel it is in your best interest to join the predominant method of reproduction. 

     Yes. I do understand your feelings of gaudily decorated eggs. I do. I’m inclined to agree with you on that score, but eggs from a mammalian of a rabbits proclivity to mate and reproduce is nothing to sneeze at.

     I also understand how bloody awful live birth is for most, it should be pointed out the advantages of incubation isn’t as tiresome as sitting upon nests while fleas and other small critters crawl about ones body and feeds upon ones skin.

     Regardless, I note that you are not on any endangered species lists and we have this screwy rabbit running about taunting the general population.

     My best regards, and please consider join the more successful species in live births. I’m sure science can assist you in a painless DNA transformation.  The marshmallows and  gummy bears in the attached basket are my gift to you on the much celebrated day of death. I know you enjoy them.


From the reaches,

Ten Whiskey

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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