You Got Nailed!

Part 3

From Chapter 9

John noticed her pause and felt the tightening of muscles in his back as Sarah's fingers gently probed the two lumps on his back. Suddenly the area between his shoulder blades spasmed. He heard a startled gasp come from Sarah and felt very light and fuzzy things land on his back.

He opened his eyes and sat up. A gigantic mass of ash gray feathers floated down and he saw Sarah standing stalk still, staring at something beyond his shoulders. He caught something at the periphery of his vision and turned his head. What he saw utterly shocked him.

Two scrawny naked wings.

"Well, what did you expect? I'm molting."

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Brittany and Lindsey ran up to Sarah as fast as they could while hiding something behind their backs.

"What did you two do?" asked Sarah, curiosity taking hold of her.

"Look what we made!" Brittany said joyously.

The two girls whipped out a grey mass. Sarah bent down and studied them carefully. She realised that it was the children's rendition of John as a doll. It had two grey bundles of feathers that were supposed to be wings. They were still dripping with paste and were tied with string onto a cottony body of scraps of cloth. Sticks poked out of it, 'Arms and legs,' Sarah guessed.

And on top where the head was supposed to be a lot of aqua-silver threads that looked convincingly like real hair was glued on.

Sarah smiled at the five-year-olds and said, "I'm very impressed! Where did you get all these materials?"

Before they could answer she heard John mumbling down the hall and looked up. Her jaw dropped open in disbelief.

"Good morning," he mumbled, clearly not totally awake and sadly unaware of the havoc reeked upon him.

Unnoticed by him his wings were out and patchy, half his hair had been shorn off, and, as he walked by the shocked Sarah, pieces of his pants and shirt had been cut out, some in places that should be covered.

"John!" Sarah yelled as she dashed off after him.

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Well, how did you guys like this? I'm new at trying make things funny on purpose. I make my friends laugh by just being me which doesn't take too much effort, but it's hard to make things funny when done on purpose, especially when writing it.

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