When Plot Bunnies Attack

[piplover]

Hello, Everyone. Well, I'm not sure where exactly this came from. I'm rather afraid to find out, actually. Hope you all enjoy!



"That is the most disgusting thing I have ever seen in my life."

"Isn't it wonderful?"

"It truly is horrible."

"I know. Do you want to touch it?"

"No!"

Long silence.

"May I?"

"It's very soft."

The sound of tentative fingers brushing against springy softness.

"However did you get it?"

"Oh, it was really more of a happy coincidence, actually. I rescued it from lunch about six weeks ago and somehow it ended under the bed. I found it yesterday when I was cleaning."

"Amazing."

A happy sigh. "Isn't Harry wonderful?"

A choking sound. "You named it?"

"What's wrong with that?" A hurt tone.

"Pippin, it's a sausage!"

***

"Blech!"

"What is it, Sam?" Frodo asked, moving over to stand beside his friend to find out the reason for his abrupt outburst.

"I think the sausages have gone a bit bad, Mr. Frodo," Sam sighed mornfully.

He held up a green length of what used to be a food item, nose wrinkled.

Merry and Pippin, coming over to investigate, took one look at the offending sausage and burst out into helpless giggles.

The others, watching the scene with wrinkled noses, looked to Frodo.

"Don't look at me!" he protested, arms up.

"Did you know, Sam, that left in a cool, dark place, a sausage can grow up to five types of mold?" Merry asked casually.

Pippin, rolling on the ground now, laughed even harder, clutching his sides.

"I don't want to know," Sam mumbled, going back to preparing the dinner.

Frodo, however, was smiling, and met Merry's eyes with his own twinkling blue ones.

"Mine had seven," he stated proudly before turning to help Sam, leaving his cousin staring at him gawp-mouthed.

Comments

[rabidsamfan.livejournal.com]

if you lie down with a cool wet cloth over your eyes long enough it might go away...

Yipes!

LOL!

[shirebound]

Heat exhaustion is an insidious thing, isn't it? Takes awhile to wear off, I hear. Odd delusions, hallucinations, ordinary food items taking on strange appeal...

*helps you to lie down*

:)

[rosiegardener.livejournal.com]

ewwww....you should have posted a warning : "not to be read immediately after breakfast" ;-)

[piplover.livejournal.com]

Sorry, my bad!

[gtaotaku.livejournal.com]

I've just read it before breakfast, and I think I was going to have sausages as well (please note the going) *LOL*

[piplover.livejournal.com]

I said I was sorry! Hmmm, I think the plot bunnies were drinking again. That's it. It's the plot bunny's fault, honestly!

[gtaotaku.livejournal.com]

Nasty Plot Bunnies. They need locking up..

*LOL*

[gtaotaku.livejournal.com]

Seriously, they grow seven types of mould *Steals sausage from the fridge* this needs investigating : - D

[ansostuff.livejournal.com]

LOL! That was hilarious!

*still giggling*

[piplover.livejournal.com]

Thank you! A bit disturbing, maybe, but I had a good giggle while writing it. Doesn't it seem like a Pippin thing to do, naming sausages?

[ansostuff.livejournal.com]

Yes, Hobbits can get extremely attatched to their food!

[piplover.livejournal.com]

Lol!

[glorfinniel.livejournal.com]

Completely random, puzzling and crazy - I love it!

:)