Carl Leaves an Imprint
A Time Travel Story
“Carl,” Professor Tanchdencre called to his assistant. “Was it raining the last time you used the chonodislocator to go back and collect samples?”
Carl rolled his eyes toward the ceiling and thought.
“It might have been,” he finally said. “Yes, I’m sure it was.”
“I see,” said the Professor. “And did you remember to use the human footprint boots or did you walk around in your Timberlanes?”
Carl glanced down at his feet. There was still mud on his boots.
“How did you find out?”
“Come look at this fossil, Carl.”
On screen was a perfect imprint of Carl’s boot.
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