“Are you there yet?”
The only things George was currently happy about could be listed on two clawed fingers: he was underground, and when he was not digging, he was getting tolerable and semi-regular meals.
“You started me five miles away. No, I’m not there yet. It’s only been three days and I’m not a miracle worker.”
He would have been politer – he HAD been politer the first sixteen times – but every time he had to answer, he had to stop digging.
“You’re an earth-Worker, though. A mole. Shouldn’t this go fast for you?” Continue reading