One Two Fuzzy Suit

Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.

Mrs. Anaheim’s third grade students were required to wear cumbersome ‘bear cub’ costumes for the duration of the day. The reasons for this were twofold: Mrs. Anaheim adored children in fuzzy suits; the outfits were unbearably warm, so the children had very little energy to misbehave.

One morning, Timmy, a lovable little bear cub, raised his paw.

“Yes, Timmy?” said Mrs. Anaheim.

“What the fuck is up with the fuzzy suits?” asked Timmy, his normally perky ears damp with sweat.

“My husband had a stroke, so he’s always the center of attention, now. This is my way of quietly exacting revenge on a world that failed to acknowledge my talents,” she answered.

“What talents?” asked Timmy, sweat flicking off his lip.

“I used to be a dancer. Don’t look at my feet.”

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