Random Rants

by katbybee

First in a new series. This is a chance for the various residents and keepers of Stalag 13 to let off steam. No particular order and not much is sacred. You have been warned! Disclaimer: If I owned these guys, we'd be off in the Caribbean sipping Mai Tais…Enjoy!

1. Spelling

Peter Newkirk was seething. He held the stub of pencil in mid-air as he frowned at the note in front of him. He glared at Kinch. "If you don't like way I spell somethin', don't ask me to write it!"

Kinch sighed. "Well, with my arm in a cast, I can't exactly write it now, can I? And you're the only one here. So, fix it!"

Newkirk huffed, but did as directed. But the more he thought about it, the more he figured he was right. What was wrong with "rondy-voo" any way? Bloody French!"

~TBC~