by Smiling Jack
Entry for the 99 word story contest.
Iâ€™m always proud of the way I look. But one morning, thanks to a heavy rain, I had a lousy feather day. I tried sassafras juice, bear grease, wind-dry---every secret the elders had taught me. But my feathers stayed dull, limp and unmanageable. Even the sachem was stumped. â€śBeats me.â€ť he said.
So I turned to Minnie Hee Hee. Even when she has no answer, sheâ€™s always good for a laugh. â€ťBuffalo pee,â€ť she said with a chuckle.â€ť You wonâ€™t smell good, but youâ€™ll look great.â€ť She was right. Now the other braves ask, â€śWho does your feathers?â€ť