But then my nephew discovered a service that claimed that, with as little as three strands of fur from Bruno, the company would be able to clone an animal one that would be an exact biological duplicate of our missing pet. So, of course, we were all very excited and agreed without hesitation to the process.
“Now it’s fundamental that we get at least three strands of fur from your old pet so that we can match them to the native characteristics of Bruno,” the clone technician said. “It will take about a month from when you provide us with the strands for us to replicate the DNA and use it to create a clone of Bruno.”
Around a month later, we were contacted by the cloning surface that the process was complete. We arrived at the facility and were escorted into this room with a large pool of water in its center. “Keep your eye on the surface of the water,” the technician said. “Your Bruno will be surfacing momentarily.”
The group let out an collective gasp when the cloned Bruno’s head broke through the surface. Momma fainted. Dad said, “That’s not Bruno! Bruno was our cat! That’s our neighbor’s dog, Rover.”
Danny started clapping and giggling. Dad looked at him and said, “Danny, what did you do?”
“I switched the fur strands,” Danny said, a big grin on his face. “I hated that damn cat and I love our neighbor’s dog. Duh!”
Written for this week’s Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. Photo credit: Google Images.
Also for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (missing), The Daily Spur (winter), Daily Addictions (doubtful), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (duplicate), Your Daily Word Prompt (fundamental), and Word of the Day Challenge (native).
Note: this story is pure, unadulterated bullshit. There is no cloning science whatsoever in this post.