I'm sensing a carol theme this year :) Which will probably be entertaining, and possibly even a little challenging!
The little drummer boy "Woof?" said Leo quietly. Toto appeared to be asleep and he wasn't sure if he should wake him or not. Over in the corner in her pile of hay DoHo snored heavily. From time to time her snore stuttered, rising slightly in tone, then she recovered and it settled back again. It reminded Leo of a fridge compressor gradually failing. "What?" asked Stan, looking up. He'd taken the jingling bells down from the doorway and was trying to repair his arm. Having only one hand to work with wasn't helping him, but he was making steady progress and had resigned himself to having one arm and one maybe-its-a-tentacle? and wearing a glove on the end. "Shouldn't you be roaring?" "Toto doesn't like me roaring when I'm acting like a guard dog," said Leo. "He was quite clear about that." "I was," said Toto. He stretched, his head down to the floor and his tail high in the air. "And I'm right. You need to man up -- lion up, I suppose -- and until you do you can woof. And why, pray tell, are you woofing anyway?" "Someone's coming," said Leo. "They smell like ham." All three of them listened and all three could hear, faintly but distinctly, the rap-a-pap-pap of a drum. "Could be a cheerleader," said Toto. "I used to chase them back in Kansas." "What's a cheerleader?" asked Stan. Toto looked at him like he was being stupid, and he attempted a shrug, though with only one working arm it looked like he was being dragged up by an invisible wire. He squeaked. "I don't think we have them in Oz," he said. The drum noises were getting louder, so Toto stuck his head out of the door and barked, a sharp noise that carried implicit threats. He came back inside a moment later. "Drummer-boy," he said dismissively. "He's widdled himself. What've you got drummer boys for though? You told me Oz doesn't celebrate Christmas." Stan attempted a shrug again, with as little success as previously. "I don't really know what Christmas is," he said. "Nailing people to crosses doesn't sound like something to celebrate to me--" "That's Easter," said Toto. "Christmas is when the guy who got nailed was born." Leo and Stan both looked horrified. "You hate this guy so much you remember when he was born as well as when you killed him?" "I didn't kill him," said Toto brusquely. "But yeah, that's kind of how it works." The drummer boy peered into the barn. "Hello?" he said, sounding nervous.
2 comments:
I'm sensing a carol theme this year :) Which will probably be entertaining, and possibly even a little challenging!
The little drummer boy
"Woof?" said Leo quietly. Toto appeared to be asleep and he wasn't sure if he should wake him or not. Over in the corner in her pile of hay DoHo snored heavily. From time to time her snore stuttered, rising slightly in tone, then she recovered and it settled back again. It reminded Leo of a fridge compressor gradually failing.
"What?" asked Stan, looking up. He'd taken the jingling bells down from the doorway and was trying to repair his arm. Having only one hand to work with wasn't helping him, but he was making steady progress and had resigned himself to having one arm and one maybe-its-a-tentacle? and wearing a glove on the end. "Shouldn't you be roaring?"
"Toto doesn't like me roaring when I'm acting like a guard dog," said Leo. "He was quite clear about that."
"I was," said Toto. He stretched, his head down to the floor and his tail high in the air. "And I'm right. You need to man up -- lion up, I suppose -- and until you do you can woof. And why, pray tell, are you woofing anyway?"
"Someone's coming," said Leo. "They smell like ham."
All three of them listened and all three could hear, faintly but distinctly, the rap-a-pap-pap of a drum.
"Could be a cheerleader," said Toto. "I used to chase them back in Kansas."
"What's a cheerleader?" asked Stan. Toto looked at him like he was being stupid, and he attempted a shrug, though with only one working arm it looked like he was being dragged up by an invisible wire. He squeaked. "I don't think we have them in Oz," he said.
The drum noises were getting louder, so Toto stuck his head out of the door and barked, a sharp noise that carried implicit threats. He came back inside a moment later.
"Drummer-boy," he said dismissively. "He's widdled himself. What've you got drummer boys for though? You told me Oz doesn't celebrate Christmas."
Stan attempted a shrug again, with as little success as previously. "I don't really know what Christmas is," he said. "Nailing people to crosses doesn't sound like something to celebrate to me--"
"That's Easter," said Toto. "Christmas is when the guy who got nailed was born."
Leo and Stan both looked horrified. "You hate this guy so much you remember when he was born as well as when you killed him?"
"I didn't kill him," said Toto brusquely. "But yeah, that's kind of how it works."
The drummer boy peered into the barn. "Hello?" he said, sounding nervous.
Greg - entertaining and challenging? Perfect :)
The maybe it's a tentacle line made me laugh. Also the explanation of Christmas, connected with Easter like that, is fantastic.
Post a Comment