The dining room, walls covered with elaborately patterned wallpaper of a rich blue, cornices and other plasterwork as ornate as might be found in any Victorian manse, was as silent as a tomb.  In the corner, beside a portrait of the lady of the house, a table had been set with fine linen, porcelain, cutlery and glassware; the chairs which surrounded it, empty.

With a popping sound, a sheep appeared on the table.

“Baa!” it exclaimed, looking about itself in bewilderment, ears and nostrils twitching.

Some moments passed.

The sheep flexed its abdomen, coughed slightly…then began slowly masticating.  It farted softly.  A little brown ball plinked into a fluted glass.

A loud shriek jolted the sheep from its reverie.

A woman, dressed in a flowing gown, bunched her fists and shouted through a door behind her.

“Erwin!  What did I tell you about teleporting things at dinner time?!”


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35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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10 Responses to Etiquette

  1. jazzbumpa says:

    Did Erwin reply sheepishly?


  2. Lyn says:

    I love the description of the sheep’s behaviour – just perfect. Homemade teleport machines can be extremely dangerous and really need to be licensed 🙂

  3. pratibhabha says:

    Yes, great description of the sheep and his/her actions. and eww! 🙂

  4. Bet life in this household is so much fun, a lovely snippet 🙂

  5. Haha! A real party pooper… 🙂

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