On May 12, 2015, at 3:01 PM, I was writing

On May 12, 2015, at 3:01 PM, I was writing a new Folding Story. On May 12, 2015, at 3:01 PM, a small band of ferrets in Mongolia were eating prunes. On May 12, 2015, at 3:01 PM,

a census taker in Micronesia cursed his abacus & smashed it on a Betelnut scupture of an ancestor.On May 12, 2015 at 3:01 PM,a fisher in Alta, Norway ate lutefisk.On May 12,2015 at

15:22, Dr. Moodle finished demonstrating his Past Grabber, able to selectively project the most critical events of yore. E.g.: Titanic Captain's burp after his last meal, Kennedy's

aren't even worth mentioning. Dr. Moodle's Past Grabber only grabbed the most banal boring moments in history. So, for instance, instead of the Battle of the Bulge, it grabbed

what the purveyor labeled "The Matter of the Minions" but was really just a timesnap of Lady Bargemore's maid purchasing a bolt of cloth. Moodle's Past Grabber had missed a more in

The bag of chili tomato noodles, belonging to Her Majesty. The bolt of cloth was a lovely floral pattern, and immediately the minions took some for their relatively miniscule homes

choosing to make floor-length curtains that would later be converted into playsuits for the children. As the minions danced and sang their way through life, the Queen couldn't help

noticing that their was a dark hollowness in their eyes. A smile was plastered on to an empty soul. Each movement seemed almost robotic. As if they had all life sucked from them.

I sighed and leaned back. Such is the life of a teacher. I had to pay my bills, so I pretended not to notice and started another lesson plan.