Ferus Alley

For Popo and all of us a little bite to eat

Glenda Clemens

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Where’s My Bagel?

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well if one has not dined well.”
Virginia Woolf

Popo stretched and woke from her long winter nap. When she laid down, it was summer, but Mother got a hair up her ass and flipped everything around. It was now winter.

More critical for Popo was hunger. She was cranky and hungry. She walked across the island she was on and found no humans around. The glaciers were deep, and there was nothing green where she was. She shook her head, knowing she’d allowed her wanderings to go too far afield.

A funny little dolphin popped up and said, “You look like you’re lost.”

“Well, not exactly lost but not where I want to be.”

“Where do you want to be?”

“Where there’s food.”

He jumped and tittered, saying, “There’s food all around you.” He dove down into the water, then popped back up and tossed a fish onto the icy verge where Popo was standing with a fling of his head.

She looked down. “And what am I supposed to do with that?”

“Eat it. It’s good fresh tuna.”

“It’s still flopping around. What about some nice berries or a salad with a croissant?”

“We don’t have that kind of food around here. The tuna is great. Just pick it up and eat it.”

“You must be kidding,” she said. “It’s not flopping as much right now, but still, it’s not cleaned up or anything.” She shuddered. “I couldn’t eat that.”

“I could,” a voice beside her said.

She looked to her right, where a penguin stood looking up at her. She asked, “Why would you eat something so disgusting?”

“I’m hungry,” the bird said and shuffled over to the tuna, dragged it a bit away, swallowed the fish whole, and then shuffled away a little more…

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Glenda Clemens

I spent most of my life taking care of my family. Now that I’m retired, I have time to seek adventure. I’m writing fiction. I’m having the time of my life.