Feathers appeared from the end of his right arm.

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Copyright © 2016, Michael M Wayman

Amy and me were chugging along very slowly in bed, the Sunday morning sun shone through the curtains, it was going to be a good day. But no, the doorbell rang loudly.

The doorbell did not ring, it was a gong – ding dong. But it did not ring ding dong, it didn't ring DING! DONG! Not even DING! DONG! DING! DONG! But


I got out of bed and opened the front door, there stood a funny-looking and rather small young man. “I've come to clean up.” He was smiling.

He walked past me, he extended his left arm down to the floor and vacuum cleaned the floor, the curtains, the furniture, the walls, everything very loudly. He was smiling.

I went back to bed, but in he came to the bedroom, even louder. Feathers appeared from the end of his right arm and he dusted everything, but very loudly. He was smiling.

He turfed Amy and me out of bed to make the bed properly. Amy did not like that. It was stupid.

Amy stared heavily at the little android. The corners of his mouth sunk, as if heavy weights had been hooked on there.

The android went and stood on the front lawn. He unscrewed his head and tried to put it where the sun don't shine.

Amy slammed the front door shut, she picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.