Post by Tic-Tac on Sept 18, 2011 16:29:29 GMT -5
The fine coat of dust that lay claim to the walls, floors and chemicals in the shed had not been disturbed for months. There had been not a soul to be seen near the building- no rabid typing of keys, music from a beat up old radio or the cheerful giggling of a doubtlessly dopey Dipstick. The place had long been deserted, not that it would impede Spot’s nervous protests about the situation.
“Are you guys sure this is a good idea? I’m getting a b-b-bad feeling about this.” The chicken whimpered quietly as she approached the shed- goaded on by the reckless dog in front of her. Lucky rolled his ears, letting her voice fade into the wind while he marched ahead; not even bothering to glance behind him- Cadpig and Rolly were following without a doubt and without question.
“Of course I’m sure about this. The place is abandoned. Nobody’s been there at all! It’ll make a GREAT new club house!” Lucky boasted, finally turning to glance at the fluttering fowl next to him. Alongside of Spot, Cadpig bounced along as if she had springs in her heels.
“Spot, this is a wonderful opportunity for growth! A chance to face and confront your fears! A chance to get Lucky out of the barn and away from the t.v.” She huffed flatly. Lucky rolled his eyes as the group approached the door to the tool shed and each and every puppy crashed into Lucky’s backside when he froze- the four of them toppling over one and other.
“SHHHHHHHH!” Lucky hissed with a savage snort, glancing at his kin before directing his gaze back towards the tool shed. He bit his lower lip; straining perked ears and a twitching nose, hoping to detect even the smallest scrape of sound.
“T, t, this is a b, b, bad idea. A BAD idea! What if HE comes back?!” Spot whined- which is when Rolly’s voice picked up, also quivering with fear and twitching at the idea of entering the premises.
“Y, you know, maybe Spots right? I mean, t, there are plenty of other places on the farm to-“ He began before Lucky gave a vicious sigh of irritation.
“Would you guys cut it out?! Look!” He snapped, and pressed the door to the shed open. It was empty…almost disturbingly empty. It was as if the shed itself was somehow missing something that belonged to it, an owner…a master. There was a sense of gloom that washed over the four of them, but Lucky narrowed his eyes and took a determined step forward.
“See? Empty! Just like I said!” He barked with a cocky grin.
“Except for all the dust…but Lucky, you are so right! We need to put our fears behind us, learn to accept life as it is- and celebrate the fact that our little psycho runt of the litter is gone for good. “She snorted, forcing a heady bark of laughter from lucky.
“Yeah! Gone, for, GOOD! I knew I’d win! I KNEW IT!” The puppy squealed in elation, while Cadpig and Rolly shared a nervous glance to one and other. Something about the entire situation felt wrong and everybody could sense it…except for Lucky.
“Are you guys sure this is a good idea? I’m getting a b-b-bad feeling about this.” The chicken whimpered quietly as she approached the shed- goaded on by the reckless dog in front of her. Lucky rolled his ears, letting her voice fade into the wind while he marched ahead; not even bothering to glance behind him- Cadpig and Rolly were following without a doubt and without question.
“Of course I’m sure about this. The place is abandoned. Nobody’s been there at all! It’ll make a GREAT new club house!” Lucky boasted, finally turning to glance at the fluttering fowl next to him. Alongside of Spot, Cadpig bounced along as if she had springs in her heels.
“Spot, this is a wonderful opportunity for growth! A chance to face and confront your fears! A chance to get Lucky out of the barn and away from the t.v.” She huffed flatly. Lucky rolled his eyes as the group approached the door to the tool shed and each and every puppy crashed into Lucky’s backside when he froze- the four of them toppling over one and other.
“SHHHHHHHH!” Lucky hissed with a savage snort, glancing at his kin before directing his gaze back towards the tool shed. He bit his lower lip; straining perked ears and a twitching nose, hoping to detect even the smallest scrape of sound.
“T, t, this is a b, b, bad idea. A BAD idea! What if HE comes back?!” Spot whined- which is when Rolly’s voice picked up, also quivering with fear and twitching at the idea of entering the premises.
“Y, you know, maybe Spots right? I mean, t, there are plenty of other places on the farm to-“ He began before Lucky gave a vicious sigh of irritation.
“Would you guys cut it out?! Look!” He snapped, and pressed the door to the shed open. It was empty…almost disturbingly empty. It was as if the shed itself was somehow missing something that belonged to it, an owner…a master. There was a sense of gloom that washed over the four of them, but Lucky narrowed his eyes and took a determined step forward.
“See? Empty! Just like I said!” He barked with a cocky grin.
“Except for all the dust…but Lucky, you are so right! We need to put our fears behind us, learn to accept life as it is- and celebrate the fact that our little psycho runt of the litter is gone for good. “She snorted, forcing a heady bark of laughter from lucky.
“Yeah! Gone, for, GOOD! I knew I’d win! I KNEW IT!” The puppy squealed in elation, while Cadpig and Rolly shared a nervous glance to one and other. Something about the entire situation felt wrong and everybody could sense it…except for Lucky.