Gordon Engel	(gordon@kyodo.co.jp)

From: Posti@aol.com

Date: Tue, 26 Nov 1996 19:17:58 -0500

Subject: Quickie - SRU Cookies:  leftovers



SRU Cookies - Leftovers

by Bob Stein



"Look, Uncle Bob!"  I made a centaur!"  Tommy looked up at the big man

walking next to him, grinning as he displayed his creation.  



Bob smiled, and nodded his approval.  The kid has done a good job of breaking

the two cookies off just right, so that the human cookie and the animal

cookie merged just right.  He'd been a little surprised to find 'people

crackers' alongside the more normal animal variety in that strange little

shop.  At least his 8 year-old nephew was having a great time with them.

 "Got some of those for me?"  



The boy nodded and dropped a couple of small cookies into Bob's hand as he

popped the newly-made centaur into his own mouth.  The man followed suit,

only to wrinkle his lips at the strange flavor.  "Bleh!  These things don't

taste very good, do they?"  Tommy didn't answer.  Bob glanced down.



And saw the powerful, furred forelegs of a large horse.  Backing away

awkwardly, his eyes took in the body of a golden-brown stallion, topped by

the torso and head of a very confused-looking teenager.  The young man

brushed away the tattered remains of Tommy's T-shirt and jeans, and then

looked at him with horrified eyes.  "Uncle Bob!"



He knew what had happened even before he twisted his head around to look at

himself.  There wasn't much to see.  His pants had sagged down, but still

covered most of what looked to be the lower parts from Tommy's human half.

 And his shirt was stretched around a long, golden-furred horse's neck.  A

horse's head and neck connected to the waist of a human.  Bob sighed and

hoped that there were some more cookies in the two boxes.  And this time, he

wasn't going to settle for leftovers.



The End