“Urrgh,” the statue said, stretching its mighty arms.
“Urrgh?” the Professor said, his face reddening in anger. “I go to this trouble of constructing a machine that bestows animation upon previously inanimate objects, freeing works of art such as yourself to finally express yourself to your fullest potential, and all you have to say for yourself is urrgh?”
The statue rolled its eyes. “See what you’d say if you’d been sitting naked on a plinth with your chin in your hand and not able to move for a hundred-odd years.”
“But,” the Professor spluttered, “But you are the Thinker! Sculpted by Rodin! Countless generations have wanted to know: what have you been thinking about?”
“You want to know? You really want to know?”
“Yes!” shouted the Professor. “I really really want to know!”
The statue blinked solemnly, and then said, “Well, I really really really wanna zigazig ah.”
“What?” said the Professor.
The statue doubled over laughing. It had been wanting to do that for decades.
This story was inspired by a prompt from
: write about a statue.
"zigazig ah"?