“I’ve got a pair of sevens,” the penguin said forlornly; he already suspected he was outmatched.
“You were caught chasing a flush again.” The bear laid down a full house, tens and queens. He began raking the fish from the center of the table with his immense paws.
“Yes, again. When will I learn?”
“Possibly never. Your brain is quite small: you are a waterfowl,” Bear observed.
Penguin shuffled the deck with practiced ease, quite an accomplishment given his lack of opposable thumbs or, for that matter, digits of any kind. “We’ll have to keep playing, just to be sure.”
***
Title by: magpie
Story by: David
Related posts:
You are quite literal; you are an ursid.