Freckles:I continued with my shredding, determined to reduce the entire material to pieces. Revenge was fun. The destruction was cathartic. Grab, yank, rip, shred. I hadn’t had such a good time in a long while.
Unfortunately, the high-voiced one didn’t seem to care. It just stood there, sneering, with the sweet treat in its paw. It didn’t shout or grab the material or push me out of the way, as I was sure it would. I had thought it would be heartbroken over the destruction of its favorite object just as I was heartbroken over the blocking of my cave. But, no, it was going to take more that a little shredding to get revenge on this one!
Unfortunately, the high-voiced one didn’t seem to care. It just stood there, sneering, with the sweet treat in its paw. It didn’t shout or grab the material or push me out of the way, as I was sure it would. I had thought it would be heartbroken over the destruction of its favorite object just as I was heartbroken over the blocking of my cave. But, no, it was going to take more that a little shredding to get revenge on this one!
3 comments:
You are a resourceful bunny, Freckles. I know you'll come up with something that will finally get under shrill-voice's skin.
Newspaper... sweet newspaper!
Freckles will figure it out. Bunnies don't quit!
Thanks for the note and link. I plan to add a link to you from us as well.
I think I read that you are NaNoWriMo ing? We are as well, for the 2nd year. Right on the word target for now, but the Holiday is coming ...
We hold down our bunny fort up by Mt. Vernon ....
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