"FWLS12" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Huh?" I said, turning around.

"Umm... is this a bad time?" the figure in the shadows said.
"I can come back any time, I always catch your shows and can bug
you next time, really--"

"No, no prob. Whassup?"

The figure stepped out of the light. Shortish, but that's
keen, 'cuz it was a Murfle. Female, by the tone of voice and
fact that she had hair (other than normal purple fur, all male
Murfles are born with only a little Charlie Brown sprig of hair).
The eyes read admiration and a possible leak in the sanity tank.

"I was wondering... can I have your autograph?" she asked.
"I'm your number one fan. I'm always there when you're reading a
poem. I was the one in the back clapping... did you hear me?"

"The living dead could have heard you," I joked.

"Gee, I hope I wasn't too loud--"

"Naw, s'just a joke, dudette," I assured. She giggled in a
way similar to fifteen fourth graders dragging their fingernails
over a chalkboard.

"Lemme get my pen out," I said, fishing through my green
vest pockets for a writing utensil. "Whaddya want me to write?"

"Umm... 'To Sally : Luv ya, from your close, intimate
friend, Fluki.'"

"Err... howzabout a simple 'Luki Panookie, Poet'?"

"Okay."

"Gotta piece of paper?"

"Naw, just sign here," she said, lifting up her shirt.
"What's wrong?"

"Jeez!" I exclaimed, averting my eyes out of politeness.
"Pullit down, man! Err, woman! We're on the street, for cryin'
out loud!"

She paused, and I hopefully assumed the ruffling noise was
her shirt going back down. "I've offended you," she sobbed.
"I'm sorry, really, I'm really sorry, I just... just..."

"Whoa. Slack down, no probs here," I said, fishing around