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a 140 word story
A chapter in the book Short
Bagged
by Bill Schott
Clifford dialed the number and waited for the 911 operator.
"This is 911. What is your emergency?"
"My name is Clifford. I think someone died."
"Who has died, sir?"
"It could be me."
"Who are you, sir?"
"I'm a little tea pot."
"What makes you think you're dead--- Clifford?"
"I shouldn't be able to talk to you.... or hold a telephone.... know a number."
"Clifford, it is a crime to utter a false emergency on an emergency phone line."
"Can a dead tea pot be arrested?"
"Have you been drinking, Clifford?"
"I had some Long Island tea earlier."
"Okay, Clifford. We have your address. An officer will be over soon."
"So I'm not dead?"
"No. A qualified officer will arrive soon to tip you over and pour you out."
Clifford hung up and steeped.
Clifford dialed the number and waited for the 911 operator.
"This is 911. What is your emergency?"
"My name is Clifford. I think someone died."
"Who has died, sir?"
"It could be me."
"Who are you, sir?"
"I'm a little tea pot."
"What makes you think you're dead--- Clifford?"
"I shouldn't be able to talk to you.... or hold a telephone.... know a number."
"Clifford, it is a crime to utter a false emergency on an emergency phone line."
"Can a dead tea pot be arrested?"
"Have you been drinking, Clifford?"
"I had some Long Island tea earlier."
"Okay, Clifford. We have your address. An officer will be over soon."
"So I'm not dead?"
"No. A qualified officer will arrive soon to tip you over and pour you out."
Clifford hung up and steeped.
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