Brotherly Advice

Salem walks up to me today wearing glasses. My paw flies to my mouth to stifle my laughter. I ask, “What are you wearing?”

“I’m trying to look smart. I want to impress Shorthair so she will go out with me. Do you think these make me look intelligent?” He adjusts his glasses.

“You look like a doofus.”

“Maybe I don’t need them. I’m smart. I’ll impress her with stick-toy collection.” He puffs out his chest and points to a pile of sticks with feathers hanging off of them in the corner.

I look him up and down, “Wear the glasses.”

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