“Well, it’s interesting,” Jonah said to his wife. He cocked his head as he tried to take in the site of his freshly stuffed mother-in-law, Jane.

“I thought you’d like it. It’s infinitely better than your usual trophies.” Jonah’s wife motioned to the various stuffed creatures around the room.

“What…” Jonah searched for the right words. “What are you planning on doing with it?” He looked toward his wife. She never cut her gaze from her mother, and her mother never cut her gaze back.

Jonah’s wife paused. “I’m going to keep it,” she seemed somewhat confused herself. “Mother would’ve wanted it this way.” And with that, she turned and exited the room.

Jonah stood there alone with the corpse mother-in-law, staring at her dead eyes. “At least Wooly got that right,” he thought. He turned away and slowly walked out of the room. As he turned the corner, he saw something moving in the corner of his eye, but it must’ve been the curtains. Nothing else would’ve moved in that room.