The intructor rubbed her hands together and said, "Let's see what we have here. Wow! That's a really nice toad! Good work! It's a creative interpretation of the assignment--"
"But I didn't want him turned into a frog. I wanted him turned into a prince!"
"What? Let me see. Oh, it's here in line seven of the incantation. You used Microsoft glammer checker, didn't you?"
"Apple Spell Wizard," she said, sheepishly.
Hey, on five and a half hours of sleep. You want good flash fiction?
Draft stands at 83 pages. Death to the draft!
And now, back on the draftkill. Just as soon as I stretch out a little and make some tea.