Microfiction #3 – A White Goose

Schrodinger’s cat, Maxwell’s demon and Boltzman brain walk into a bar.

“Who is the fourth horseman?” the demon says as he sips his beer, “We must commence the apocalypse promptly.”

Then there comes a dramatic entrance of a silhouette against an inexplicable source of a spotlight. It is a beast, looks menacing, intimidating.. and fluffy.

It is a white goose holding a knife firmly.

“Peace was never an option,” the goose says.

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