From a feature writer to feature attraction—now there's a real booze-to-riches success story!
eyes. I reached down and patted him gently on the head.
"So long, little fellow," I said. "It's been fun."
"Good-by," he said sorrowfully.
Nothing happened for several days, so I bought a copy of Editor and Publisher and was writing for my first job when I felt a tender spot on my tail bone. When I examined it, I saw a protuberance there.
There was no denying it. The Sybillians had given me what they treasured most.
I was growing a tail--a long, hairy tail.
As I say, I have come to like circus life.
At first I tried to get doctors to cut it off, but they were too curious for that. Then I thought of jumping in the river or putting a bullet through my head.
But after I saw what the scientists were making of it, when I viewed my picture in all the papers, and when I saw the awe with which I was regarded by everyone, I changed my mind.
Now I make a cool twenty-five thousand a year without lifting a finger.
A small, tailed, creature hiding in his typewriter causes Larry Weaver to get fired from the newspaper. It turns out the creature always wanted to be a writer, so they go into business together. Just because you're an alcoholic and are the only one who can see your friend, doesn't mean he isn't there.
It's a one-character (and one creature) story for the most part. Not profound, but cute.