Pygmy - A little fears, flash fiction, short story in which Sprite and White cross a grassy plain evaded a very small tribe of pygmies.

Tribal Pygmies

(Another oldie, couldn’t help myself!)

“Don’t want to wake up the natives,” said Sprite.

“Natives?” asked White, looking around the tall grass.

“Yeah,” said Sprite. “A tribe of pygmy humans live in this tall grass.”

“Really?” asked White. “I don’t see anyone.”

“That’s because they’re really short pygmies,” said Sprite.

“Right,” said White. “What’s the tribe called?”

“The Fukarewe tribe,” replied Sprite.

“Odd,” mumbled White. “Any idea where the name comes from?”

“Dunno,” said Sprite. “The lil’ sods seem to spend all their time jumping up and down shouting, ‘we’re the Fukarewe’.”

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