Doom, Boom, and the Baby
“It’s alive.”
“It’s awake.”
“It blinked.”
“I saw.”
Doom and Boom stared at the tiny bundle of cloth, trying to decide what course of action to take. As always, they were of two minds on the matter. This wouldn’t be such a problem, except that their two minds shared one body. To take any action, they would need to agree. However, until a consensus could be reached, both would be stuck doing nothing but looking, listening, and — of course — talking.
The two-eyed bundle of cloth wiggled, startled awake by the loud, sudden conversation from the dragon, and began to cry.
“It’s crying, Boom.”
“I can hear that, Doom.”
“How can we make it stop?”
“That’s easy! We eat it!” Boom licked his chops, drooling at the prospect of a good meal. Their waffling had cost them many a morsel in the past — especially human morsels.
“We can’t eat it, you monster!” Doom retched in disgust. “It’s only a baby!”
“That’s all the more reason to eat it, you imbecile.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, it can’t fight, it can’t bite, and it’s oh so tender and tasty.” A glob of drool plopped down to the leaves below as Boom considered…
