This was an exercise in writing a story without using the Letter E. I decided to use a story about death and the jeolousy between animals as my plotline, since animals being jealous is almost as likely as a story without an ‘E’.
It was okay to mourn, Dad said. Kitty Kat lay in his tiny cardboard coffin. Surrounding him with pillows, Mom thought to spiff him up a bit. Mom took a comb to his hair and it was fluffy. Sissy put him in his fall coat. Kitty Kat was floating on a cloud pillow, calmly, with a light wind to cool him. So did it look.
Rufus, our dog, sat at his usual spot and was not happy. Rufus thought that snuffing out Kitty Kat would do what was good for him. Rufus did not plan on making Kitty Kat a martyr. How long will this family cry, Rufus thought.
Kitty Kat’s box with his body was finally put into its final spot. Rufus was suspicious, so Rufus dug up Kitty Kat’s box using his paws. This dug up old thoughts again. Bawling and wailing. Kitty Kat was still a martyr.
Rufus thought hard about this. But Rufus saw a chipmunk and Rufus took off to catch it. A car hit Rufus.
Now Rufus is not living. Rufus is not in a box. Bury Rufus in ground by Kitty Kat said Mom. Dad did it. Rufus is not a martyr. But Kitty Kat still is.
