Jack’s Surprise
Smirk in place, Jack leaned into Daniel’s office, hands behind his back. Daniel’s head was buried in a book, as usual, pencil moving across the desktop.
“Gotcha some’in. Not gonna tell you what.”
“Jack, what is it?”
“Now, if I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise.”
Sighing, Daniel dropped his pencil. He looked up but not at Jack. “Is it old?”
“Nope.”
“Is it in another language?”
“Nope.”
“Then I don’t want it.” Grabbing his pencil, he returned to translating.
Undaunted, Jack turned to leave. “Fine, your loss.”
Munch, munch
“Munch? On second thought, Jack—Ja-aaack, come back here!”
The End
