"Say, what would you get if you crossed a

"Say, what would you get if you crossed a hen with a duck?" Emily asked Brian in science class one rainy afternoon.

Brian said nothing. "Because," Emily continued. "I think I've figured out how to cross-breed hens and ducks right here in this test tube! Do you understand the significance?"

"Umm... you could make a new breed of breakfast eggs?" Brian replied. Emily sighed. She had almost forgotten how unimaginative he could be. At least he had a huge

appetite and a nice sausage in his hand. "Sausage for breakfast. Why not?" Emily laughed, forgiving Brian's stupidity. "I'll slice it up." Brian's blank face told her that he never

had sliced a single savory Slovakian sausage in his small, sub par life. "Well", Brian gulped, bringing his knife to the Slavic meat, "There's a first time for everything I guess".

where it lay panting for breath. "You've got to help me, Eliška," the Klobásy whispered to her. Brian and Drago attempted to remove it, but she drew a gun and backed away from them

With a wave of the gun she told Drago & Brian to back off. She never took her eye off the Eliška. The Eliška, in turn, had never dropped hers either. A red shirt jumped in to lose

a button off of his pants, and Drago made spluttering sounds with his mouth before stomping off through Tazmily Hills after the sound of a motorbike. It wasn't really a motorbike.

It was a bicycle with a playing card in the spokes. He felt like a jerk. Not for thinking a bicycle was a motorbike but because he never got the trick to work on his bike as a kid.