It has been an odd week, and it seems hard to believe it’s again Friday Eve. I’m not complaining, just noticing. This is another short story. I hope that’s okay with you. If not, you’re welcome anyway.
Today’s Word:
mordacious
As in:
Long, long ago in a galaxy far, far away, there lived a mordacious cat. His name was Hector. He had calico fur, and, like all the creatures in his galaxy, he could talk, and even, on occasion, sing.
But, though he did have several friends, Hector’s mordacity was so acute, that few people, beyond his friends, wanted to be around him.
As just one example of this trait, soon after the death of a famous entertainer (who collapsed after eating too many peanut butter and banana sandwiches made from overripe fruit and an overdose of weight-reduction pills), Hector commented “well, he may be dead, but, at least he’s not getting any fatter”
And then, one day, Hector got a taste of his own medicine. While eating dinner at a friend’s house, Hector began to make unappetizing and rude comments about the other guests. Hector’s comments succeeded in making everyone unconfortable, and a few people were actually quite angry. The host, also a cat, and the possessor of impressive, seemingly enhanced reflexes, quickly reached out and grabbed Hector’s tongue, glaring at him. When it was clear that Hector was both appropriately surprised, abashed and thoroughly chagrined, the host commented wryly, “What’s the matter, Hector? Cat got your tongue?”
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mordacious / moor-DAY-shus / biting, sharp, acrid or caustic (mordacity, nounform).
Word of the Day: mordacious
February 4, 2010 by