Phlash Phriction in exactly 100 words (more or less)
I bumped into my old friend, The Moose, who was perusing a yellowed manuscript from the Bodliean Library of Oxford. It was quite delicate and appeared to have been burned around the edges. Possibly it was simply deterioration from age. I am sure no human could read the red and purple lettering due to the fading that had occured over the years.
But due to the unique structure of the cones and rods in a Moose’s eye the colors in the manuscript stood out.
He must have been concentrating intently on the yellowing manuscript. When I said hello he jerked around, caught his only remaining horn on the hatrack and it fell to the floor.
No, not the hatrack, his horn.
The hornless moose and I became close friends from that time forward.