“Two Million Two Thousand!”
flowed quickly from his nostrils- many individuals still believe today
- should be home in bed
- “I need the backstory.”
- certainly not cinnamon-colored
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“Two million two thousand!” shouted Tatiana at the same second that John was swigging champagne, and he was so surprised by the thousand-dollar leap in the bidding that he nearly choked. Champagne flowed quickly from his nostrils as he looked around for a napkin.
Turning back to me, Tatiana said. “I and many individuals still believe today in the ancient yeti maternity practices. I will give birth here in the cavern.”
“You should be home in bed,” I growled at her. “Or perhaps in that nice fortress down the mountain.”
“No!” Tatiana grabbed my yeti-masked face in her hands and stared into my eyes. “I need the elderberries. I need the skin contact.” She enunciated every word. “I need the backstory.” Her face crumpled under another contraction. “I need it all.”
I nodded.
She called to her nearly nude companion. “Magnus, get one of the big serving trays from a waiter. It will stand in for the traditional sled. I will give birth upon it. And napkins! Bring many napkins! Whatever sort you can find, except certainly not cinnamon-colored. That would be ill-omened.”
I was starting to feel quite superfluous, but decided to stick around and see my latest children be born.
“Two million two thousand thirty seven!” groaned Tatiana.
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