
FruitGuy Noir in The Stone Fruit Spinning Wheel
My catfish Bicycle was 20 minutes into their workout on our new aqua treadmill when their hydrophone rang. “Blub, blub,” they mouthed in my direction, quickly transferring the call and motioning for me to pick up. I put a headset on over my Monday hockey helmet. “Yell-o,” I said casually. “Did you say “yellow?” A voice whispered tensely. “Yes,” I