One day the VCR whirred, playing The Simpsons: Too Hot For TV videotape on date night. Outside, torrential rains slammed the windows, startling Daisy. She clambered up, showering Daniel with sloppy kisses. Susan groaned, but he laughed: “Awww, poor Daisy—she has a cromulent reason.” This piece of flash fiction was written in response to:
