#106 of Short Stories
A basilisk takes the quick way to landing on a planet.
The basilisk's gaze turned to the planet below as the last remnants of her suit abraded into atmosphere; her recollection of the approaching coastline's pizza was fond, and she hoped the lack of pants wouldn't interfere with buying a slice.
As the kobold's fingers rocked the noose back and forth her thoughts meandered through the absence of any remaining reasons for delay.
Though the weight of being a pallbearer had become familiar to the otter's hands, his heart carried each burden as though it were his first.
The gryphon's immodest thoughts about the best man cried out to stall from pulling his fiancee into his life's longest running error.