Bench Warming

She knew that parade was no coincidence—she knew they were sent there specifically by the Jeff to stuff her into 1 o’ his caterpillar jars.

She searched round her & saw a freshly-painted baby blue bench. She slipped ’neath it ’fore the parade arrived.

Unluckily, she didn’t expect them to pick it up as they went & crowd surf it, unbeknown o’ her hanging onto the planks o’ its seat for moose life.

But luckily, they passed all the way ’cross the border, where she was safe from the Jeff. She leapt down & laughed @ them for their foolishness.

They stared @ her, confused, & then passed on.

She couldn’t understand why she was disappointed.


Bench, Jeff, parade