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The Perils of Fluffy (a drabble)

“John,” she said to me, “Do you think that puddle in the front yard is a portal to a netherworld of unimaginable horror?”

“No darling, whyever would you say that?”

“It never dries, even when we’ve not had a drop of rain,” she explained earnestly, “and Fluffy went out the front door last night to piddle. He never returned, poor thing.”

“Nonsense, my dear. Jeeves! Would you see if that persistent puddle is a dimensional gateway?”

“Very good, sir.”

Well, I certainly had egg all over my face when a cluster of gigantic tentacles dragged him headfirst into the abyss.