Quick note: I've come down with a cold that is doing its best to knock me on my ass, so I've been unable to make use of my having scheduled the last four days worth of prompts ahead of time.
But at least I haven't gotten behind on the comments again...
Happy Halloween to those of you reading this on Tuesday!
Happy Hallowe'en! And get well soon, that cold sounds like... it's going to spread.
Teacher's pet Steve walked across the WrongStart car park with a duck on a leash waddling behind him. Instead of going into the main entrance he diverted into the playground, his teacher's id-card opening the barred steel gate for him, and he left the duck splashing happily around in the pool at the base of the school's sculpture, Poseidon subduing his daughters. Then he headed off to the staff-room; checking his black Casio wristwatch he saw that he would just have time to grab a mug of coffee before the morning briefing. The coffee-station, which had two pots of drip coffee so that people could be sure there would always be coffee waiting, was free and there was a plate of sesame-seed crackers there too, so he helped himself to one and poured coffee. Around him, there was mayhem. As he lifted the cracker to his lips there was a shriek like a small girl being murdered (he only flinched a little; that was two years ago now) and a parrot, huge, green and yellow, swooped down at him and pecked his fingers until they were bleeding and he gave up the cracker. "Sorry!" yelled Jean from another corner, where she was trying to get three German Shepherds to sit down and stop lunging at the Lion-maned rabbit. "Percy doesn't like sharing food." "You called your parrot Percy?" "My husband nearly killed himself laughing when I suggested Pecker," said Jean. "I don't know why, he's a bugger for pecking things." Steve put his fingers to his lips and sucked them to avoid bursting into laughter as well. "Whose was the goat? Whose was the goat?" Kevin poked his head round the door. "Whose was the goat?" "I brought a goat," said Martha, standing up. Her face went pale. "He's more the kids that mine though." "Why did you say was?" asked Jean. "It just choked on a duck," said Kevin. "Both dead. Just a quick question, but did anyone think to sort out what pets we all had before we had a 'bring your pet to school' day?" "No," said the Headmaster. He pushed Kevin aside and came into the staffroom. "The reason being that I'm certain that Mr. Proudfoot has been taking his entire class home as pets and I wanted to make sure we got them all back before setting the police on him. He'll be in in about ten minutes, so please calm the animals down as much as you can and try to look surprised when the police mace him or whatever they do these days." "My goat," said Martha, looking stricken. "What do I do with my goat?" "Curry," said Steve. His words were muffled both by his fingers and his tears. "That's what I'm going to have to do with my duck." "Oh shit," said Kevin with an intensity of feeling. "Which of us brought the moose?"
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Quick note: I've come down with a cold that is doing its best to knock me on my ass, so I've been unable to make use of my having scheduled the last four days worth of prompts ahead of time.
But at least I haven't gotten behind on the comments again...
Happy Halloween to those of you reading this on Tuesday!
Happy Hallowe'en! And get well soon, that cold sounds like... it's going to spread.
Teacher's pet
Steve walked across the WrongStart car park with a duck on a leash waddling behind him. Instead of going into the main entrance he diverted into the playground, his teacher's id-card opening the barred steel gate for him, and he left the duck splashing happily around in the pool at the base of the school's sculpture, Poseidon subduing his daughters. Then he headed off to the staff-room; checking his black Casio wristwatch he saw that he would just have time to grab a mug of coffee before the morning briefing.
The coffee-station, which had two pots of drip coffee so that people could be sure there would always be coffee waiting, was free and there was a plate of sesame-seed crackers there too, so he helped himself to one and poured coffee. Around him, there was mayhem. As he lifted the cracker to his lips there was a shriek like a small girl being murdered (he only flinched a little; that was two years ago now) and a parrot, huge, green and yellow, swooped down at him and pecked his fingers until they were bleeding and he gave up the cracker.
"Sorry!" yelled Jean from another corner, where she was trying to get three German Shepherds to sit down and stop lunging at the Lion-maned rabbit. "Percy doesn't like sharing food."
"You called your parrot Percy?"
"My husband nearly killed himself laughing when I suggested Pecker," said Jean. "I don't know why, he's a bugger for pecking things."
Steve put his fingers to his lips and sucked them to avoid bursting into laughter as well.
"Whose was the goat? Whose was the goat?" Kevin poked his head round the door. "Whose was the goat?"
"I brought a goat," said Martha, standing up. Her face went pale. "He's more the kids that mine though."
"Why did you say was?" asked Jean.
"It just choked on a duck," said Kevin. "Both dead. Just a quick question, but did anyone think to sort out what pets we all had before we had a 'bring your pet to school' day?"
"No," said the Headmaster. He pushed Kevin aside and came into the staffroom. "The reason being that I'm certain that Mr. Proudfoot has been taking his entire class home as pets and I wanted to make sure we got them all back before setting the police on him. He'll be in in about ten minutes, so please calm the animals down as much as you can and try to look surprised when the police mace him or whatever they do these days."
"My goat," said Martha, looking stricken. "What do I do with my goat?"
"Curry," said Steve. His words were muffled both by his fingers and his tears. "That's what I'm going to have to do with my duck."
"Oh shit," said Kevin with an intensity of feeling. "Which of us brought the moose?"
Greg - yeah, it started with Max and now that he's better Kat, myself, and Miles all have it. Fun times.
Hah, I had expected you to go Harry Potter with this prompt, but I am pleased that you went this route instead. Hilariously chaotic :D
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