My husband and I are walking home from the market as the sun sets. We’d bought a goat and we’d sold all but one of our cabbages. The road is deserted.

He hops behind a bush and tosses his clothes over to me before the full moon rises. No probs, we’ve done this dozens of times. Out trots my husband (what a tail!). We continue on our way.

Soon we arrive at the river. There’s only a small raft. I glance at the raft, then my husband, the goat, then the cabbage.

“Damn it,” I curse.



@FutzleFiction “wait, I remember this from maths class I think”

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