Peanut

surprise addition to the family.

"What is this supposed to be?"

"I have no idea," I answered offhand.

Her hands slammed to her hips. "Would you at least look at it before you answer me?"

I turned to face her. She was standing over a large pile of filthy white fluff. It looked like someone had sheared a sheep and wadded it up in the middle of the living room floor. "I still have no idea."

She sighed at me. "Didn't you put it there?"

"Me, no, didn't you?" That was when it sneezed. She took two steps back. I leaned forward. "Is it alive?" She stared at me like I was stupid. It took a step, though I couldn't discern actual feet. She squealed and leaped onto the sofa. I got on my knees and crawled towards it. It sniffed my hand as I outstretched it. "How did you get in here, little guy?"

Our daughter, June ran to the fluff, "Mommy! You found Peanut!"

"Who is Peanut?" My wife barked at her.

This time, I looked at her like she was stupid and gestured at the lump of fluff.

"Junie, where did peanut come from?"

"Under a bush at the park. She didn't have anywhere to go!"

I wondered how June was sure it was female. I couldn't even tell what species it was.

"Can we keep her?"

"We need to find out what Peanut is before we even think of keeping it," I answered.

"How do we do that?"

I left and came back with my electric shaver. I attacked the fluff with the device. Forty-five minutes later, I answered my wife's original question. "She is supposed to be a teacup poodle. Peanut still needed a bath, but that is how we became dog owners.

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Daily Flash Fiction Challenge  (13+) Enter your story of 300 words or less. #896794 by Arakun the Twisted Raccoon

Daily flash fiction prompt for today

Prompt for 2/25/26

Write a story that includes the line: "What is this supposed to be?"

Have fun!