by Rusty Mitchum
Janet and I had just sat down to eat, when the phone rang.
“I bet it’s a phone creature,” I said.
“Well, if it is, tell them you’re not interested, so that we can eat,” said Janet.
“Yellow!” I said into the phone receiver. I didn’t hear anything. I smiled. “Yellow!” I said again. Then I heard that “click” that tells you it’s a phone creature.
“Mr. Mitchum, please,” the phone creature said.
“This is Mr. Mitchum,” I said in a whiney voice.
“Ah, Mr. Mitchum. How are you doing?” the creature said.
“Well,” I started. “Not so good. You see, I’ve got this here bad tooth, and it’s givin’ me the fits.”
“Uh, I see,” said the creature. “Mr. Mitchum, the reason I’m calling is…”
“Yep,” I interrupted. “It’s this tooth right here. Oh, how stupid of me. You can’t see my tooth, can you?”