Dear Mother Emma,
We have a question.
We collected signatures on our complaint petition to LinkedIn about the myriad posting problems on Friday Flash Fiction that have gone uncorrected. We dispatched the petition to LI headquarters via Dragon Express.
Courier Clarence delivered the petition, knocking on the administrator’s door with his forked tail. The administrator answered the knock and asked “What can I do for you?” Unfortunately, when Clarence responded, “Hhhhhhhelllllloooooo,” flames shot forth from his mouth, seriously scorching the administrator’s hair and burning down LI HQ.
Our question, Mother Emma: Is this a BAD thing?
Friends of Clarence