My Friend, The Mosquito

MY FRIEND, THE MOSQUITO
By Charles Etheridge-Nunn

No one knew Bob was a giant mosquito until it was too late.
He wore a hat as a disguise, but I saw him at the laundrette, cleaning his best fedora.
I promised not to tell anyone and we quickly became friends. On a morale-boosting office outing to a farm, I kept watch while he drained a cow.
Our employer, Ian, saw us, but I didn’t know until he called Bob into his office. I waited outside until I heard screaming and buzzing. Running in, Ian had been drained dry, the window was broken and Bob had already flown away.

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