Al One

A story in 50 words exactly ...

Making tea, Al burned his finger.

"Damn," he said, "Pot—hot!"

Then later, "I live alone in a tree. I talk to myself. Why?"

Tea finished, pot cold, Al said, "Do other people who live alone in trees talk to themselves?"

He climbed down from his tree to go ask.

Comments

[Alexandra]

Hehe, I like this. Should go on a greetings card or a small canvas or something.