Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


March 26th 2013 in Microfiction

When the translation apparatus had been perfected and strapped to the two lead dolphins, the conversation started urgently. “Thank Leviathan! There is no time!” Dora buzzed. “We can save some of you, but only some; 4 or 5 per pod,” Tagen nodded excitedly while staring intently into the eyes of his trainer. “As the breathing world comes to an end, you will need gills and shields for your freshwater eyes; we will share the instructions for the surgery and raw materials with you.” “You must hurry. Please hurry,” Dora crested up out of the water and pointed out to sea. The trainers sat silently, stunned.

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