Eyelids battle but can't win over airplane glue. Brain maxes out at 395 lb – very dead weight. Feet shuffle forward in darkness; fingers feel for the light switch. "There – it’s right there."
With something between a groan and a sigh, an organism – once human – slumps onto frosty ivory. Toes withdraw from shards of Tidy Kat enmeshed in carpet.
"Oh no! Oh, please! Not now, Minnie!" a swamp frog croaks.
"M-m-f-f-f-t-t! I’ll decide when and where’s lap-time!"
Bog beastie mutters, "Minx. One of these days, you’re going to get on my last nerve!"
"B-r-r-r-r-r-m-m-m-m!" counters catawampus "- a little to the left, please. No, no – down just a smidgen. There. That’ll do. Now the ears – get the ears real good! Chin. And don’t forget the patch above the tail! You know sometimes you conveniently forget that part. Now - the belly! Oh-ho-ho! That tickles, that tic… ert, that’s enough!"
"Mommy tickle, tickle, tickle!"
"I said, that’s enough!"
"Ouch! Minnie you little imp! You’re out of here!"
"Whuft!" Thump!
Creature slithers back to lagoon from which it emanated.
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