microfiction, multi, modular
"Have you seen where my other head ended up?"
The fox rummaged through the apartment in vain, holding zir single detached head in zir lower pair of arms.
"Sorry, no. Are you sure Alvis didn't borrow it?"
"He *would* do that, wouldn't he? ...Do you mind if I borrow yours to go ask him about it? You know how I hate wearing just one."
The squirrel sighed, with a slight smile, and took off hir head. "Of course, go ahead."
-F/R