Two Bold Uncles Sitting to the Beat

Two Bold Uncles Sitting to the BeatA Short Storyby John DoeDaniel Bogtrotter looked at the enchanted guillotine in his hands and felt sneezy. He walked over to the window and reflected on his crowded surroundings. He had always loved wild Berlin with its jittery, jolly jungle. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel sneezy. Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Mavis Doop. Mavis was a cowardly author with solid legs and skinny fingernails.