by Fred D. White
“Take me to your leader!” It pointed a weapon at my head. I said "Sure, no problem," and we drove to the White House. Once the panicked guards cleared the way for us, we headed to the Oval. It high-fived the President with its scaly hand and said, “Great job setting everything up, big guy! I’ll take over from here.”
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Fred D. White's fiction and humor have appeared in Bright Flash Literary Review, Chortle, Fictive Dream, The Nonconformist, The Thieving Magpie, and Drunk Monkeys. He lives in Folsom, CA.