"Lithp"
by Edward Martin III
Donald's feathered body twitched on the kitchen floor. Bugs grinned. "You bastard. It had to be 'sassafras', didn't it? Not Earl Grey or Lipton. You had to say 'sassafras'. You had to grind it in." Whispering "that'th all, folkth!" he squeezed the trigger again. Donald's beak and skull exploded but his voice forever haunted Bugs.
the end