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When Plot Bunnies Attack
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.
"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.
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Yipes!
LOL!
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*helps you to lie down*
:)
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*LOL*
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*still giggling*
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:)