© 2014 Marvin E. Fuller
"My little mousies," the yellow pegamousie known as Peanut Flutter cheerfully gestured with a paw as if taking in an auditorium packed full of colorfully-furred anthropomorphic mice.
Squeaky-Pie, the blue mousicorn sprawled on the couch in front of her, made a point to glance to either side before raising a whiskery eyebrow at the pegamousie. The only other individual in the room was the seaweed green Riverbiscuit sitting on the other end of the couch. The flipper-footed seamousie impatiently tapped her tiny claws upon her closed laptop. Pictures adorned both mousies' stomachs, the mousicorn's a pie on an oval, the seamousie's a biscuit on a cascade of water. The pegamousie's own picture was that of a peanut wearing outstretched bird wings. Except for Riverbiscuit's glasses, none wore clothes other than shoes, although this revealed nothing immodest anyway.
"I've called you all here because I need to have a word with you," continued the pegamousie, either ignoring or simply unaware of her audience's lack of interest. "And that word is– gymnophoria!"
"What," blurted Squeaky-Pie, taken aback.
"What's that?" Riverbiscuit peered over her glasses at the pegamousie. "It sounds like something I'd get after a workout at the gym."
"Peanut Flutter, have you been reading those word-a-day calendars again?" Squeaky-Pie accused.
"Maybe," Peanut Flutter twiddled her fingers.
"Could be worse, I suppose," Riverbiscuit shrugged at the mousicorn. "I thought the word would be 'rent'."
"Oh, that," Peanut Flutter made a dismissive gesture before Squeaky-Pie could say anything. "It'll go up if I don't get a couple more tenants. Nothing terribly important, really. But– gymnophoria! I don't know what it is, but I'd like it!"
She didn't notice the double facepalm, but that was nothing new.
