"Drabble-Drivel" ~ For A Little Drabble Do Ya.

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Napoleon found Illya at his desk in the office they shared; looking someone perplexed.

“What’s wrong?”

There was a paper in the Russian’s hand and pointed to it.

“If you read the Wednesday morning memo….as I do, you would understand.”

Solo had the bad habit of ignornig them as they were mundane trivialities; Illya always brought him up to snuff. Nothing ever upset the usual stalwart Russian until now.

“Okay I’ll bite. What’s going on?”

“All reports are now limited to exactly 100 words.”

Napoleon snatched the paper. “What sort of drivel is this?”

“Not drivel...drabble.”

“Drabble?”

“Drabble.”