A big, strong, fat mouse proudly walked up to the register and handed over his document, scratching his fat belly. The squirrels checked his passport and looked at the mouse. Despite the fact that he was small in stature, there was an impressive mound at the crotch of his pants. The mouse was noticeably nervous, as he wanted to leave the airport as quickly as possible and go about his business. One squirrel nudged the other in the side, and both once again ran their eyes over what was written in the passport. Then they both smiled:
- Welcome to US, Mr. Microdick!
The mouse jumped straight up in place. His face turned deep red. He put his hands on his hips.
- Have you gone crazy? Open your eyes wider! What did you just call me!
The squirrels began to fuss and immediately called their older raccoon colleague. He took the passport, looking at the mouse in surprise.
- Is there something wrong with, Mr. Microdick?!
The mouse blushed and puffed up even more, it seemed that he would burst from indignation, like a balloon pumped full of air!
- And you too! You’ve all forgotten how to read! What do you allow yourself! You insult me!
The raccoon was also completely confused.
- What made you so angry, Mister...
- Microdich! My surname is Miсrodich! This is a Czech surname!
And he, without listening to the apology of the completely embarrassed airport staff who was trying not to laugh, grabbed his passport and, continuing to snort and be indignant, rushed away from the airport building.
© TommySamash (03/24/24)