Magic, Mystery, a little Whisky, and a Cat

Uncle Beau

Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy
Copyright – Douglas M. MacIlroy

“You were a stupid kid,” said Uncle Beauregard.

It was the same every time. Comforting, really.

“When we got lost in that cave,” he chuckled. “I sat down and waited to be found while you ran around crazy. When we locked ourselves in the basement, you clawed out the window. I saved my strength.”

I nodded.

“Wasted energy! You’d pretend to throw me in the dungeon and I’d just nap while you tired yourself out. You’ll never get anywhere like that.”

“See you next week, Uncle Beau.” The guard motioned me out, and Uncle Beau went back to his cell.



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