Bob Richards

I know a man who changed his name to "Politically Correct". He did this so he’d never forget who and what he was. His relatives thought he’d disgraced them having rejected the family name but regardless he wanted to do the right and proper thing. By changing his name to “Politically Correct” he knew it would remind him never to fail at being scrupulous and relating things in the most suitable unoffensive way.   Never would he fall into the slips of the tongue of lesser men, as calling a delivery person a mailman not considering they may be of the female gender. The family of P.C. even suggested to him that “Politically Correct” might even have been a term derived from the Communists where they referred to the “party line” or the line which is correct.   P.C. threw caution to the wind believing a world without offending any bodies’ sensitivities had to be the right way to go.  A day came however when what were considered by some as “real bad people” came...

She saw it! Fran Reynolds was in that intermediate stage between sleep and consciousness but she beheld it entering the room and what a terrifying experience it was! All had been quite, the time--around three a.m. The nightlight in the hall allowed her to see the clear silhouette of this night time invader. No it wasn't human and it surely didn't belong to this home!  What a strange looking creature it was, a relatively small body making it's way across the floor---but it's head incredibly big---the like she'd never seen before. The whole thing lasted mere seconds, fast and quick not enough time to even focus on the shadowy creature!  It darted under her bed...and then her beloved cat CHELO let out a shriek. Poor, Chelo ! This thing, this unknown creature of the night...was attacking her. How horribly unfair can you get! Fran let out a scream, calling out frantically to her husband Bill laying sound asleep. " Bil...