Only In America


Prandi’s mouth was agape. Her lab partner was about to be murdered in cold blood. Over a cell phone. The drama unfolded slowly right before her eyes. “What if I say I don’t have it?” Jameson asked, angrily.

Sassy shrieked and stabbed Jameson’s frog. “Consider yourself on notice, buddy,” she said.

“Have you lost your mind!?” he yelled.

“If you don’t produce the phone by the end of the hour, you’ll be next.”

Prandi surveyed the damage, her owl eyes nearly tearing up. “I think we’re gonna need a new frog,” she said. “I better go see if we can get another.”

She stalked away. “Only in America,” she muttered under her breath.

Jameson watched her drop the frog in front of Dr. Olson, her arms gesticulating wildly. Dr. Olson simply shook his head. Prandi returned in a huff.

“He says we’ll just have to make do. Some psychopath stabs our lab frog and wejust have to pretend it didn’t happen. I cannot afford anything less than an A. What have you got to say for yourself?”

“I’m Sorry.”

The End

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