Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The New Book

She paused when she reached the 300s. There was a small, furry, blue man on the shelf. His hair was spiky, like a hedgehog. He regarded her with an air of challenge.

“What are you?” she asked.

“I’m a book.”

“You are not.”

“I’m on a bookshelf, aren’t I?”

“You’re not square and made of paper. You don’t look like these.” She gestured at her shelving cart.

“So I’m a unique book.”

“What are you about, then?”

“Oh, everything. I’ve flown through the stars. I’ve seen galaxies born and die.”

“This is the social sciences.”

“So I’m misshelved,” he shrugged.


jazzymlee said...

Need funnier book.

Scattercat said...


jazzymlee said...

The book needs to have a better look, and another, nastier, line along with the mis-shelfed thing.

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