The Cactus Sang the Marseillaise

Dr. Tundra poured a scotch, and said, “Holy shit. Look at the fucking cactus!”

Everyone looked.

“I mean, just look at it. How can you miss it?”

Nick (who was in the process of turning into a monkey) paid the succulent rapt attention.

“Did you hear that Nick? The fucking cactus can sing the Marseillaise!” He started humming the tune, and Nick was off the chair, running around the room and slapping things as he sped by them.

Not even regressive DNA could hide the pain of an open hand whack of Spiky Etienne. Nor LSD, as Dr. Tundra learned.

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Story by: Mark A. Rayner
This is part of the Marvellous Hairy virtual book tour. Lean more at marvelloushairy.ca.

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