Post by bunnytech on Jun 9, 2014 2:53:47 GMT
In the middle of the forest, an obnoxiously loud, one-sided conversation carried on in isolation. it was more of an argument, really.
A young man sat on the forest floor in agony. In a smaller kennel a few feet away from him, a shrill, and rather pissed voice echoed out among the trees. It came with the rattling of plastic as well as a small growl.
"YOU INSOLENT DOG-BRAIN. COULD YOU NOT HAVE AT LEAST LET ME OUT OF THIS GOD-FORSAKEN BOX BEFORE YOU WENT OFF AND HURT YOURSELF"
The man grimaced and scowled at the kennel through clenched teeth.
"Would you shut up for a second, and complain to me when YOUR leg is broken."
But this was not enough to halt and unbridled fury of the fluffy creature in the cage.
"OH, SO IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU NOW, IS IT? WHAT ABOUT ME, DO I NOT MATTER TO YOU HIGH AND MIGHTY CANINE KING. LET ME OUTTA HERE AND I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT REAL PAIN IS! I CAN'T EVEN STAND UP ALL THE WAY DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW UNCOMFORTABLE THIS IS FOR ME?"
"Shut up..."
"SEE, SEE HOW YOU ARE, THINKING YOU HAVE SO MUCH AUTHORITY OVER ME? I OUGHTA-"
But he was interrupted.
"Would you hush up before some hiker comes by and thinks I'm talking to a cage, or finds you out and decides you'd make a nice front page for the local crack-pot newspaper right above the article on area 51!"
The creature's screeching dissolved into a continuous growl of discontent. He was far from shutting up.
Right now, however, Al had more painful things to worry about than that fuzzball, like his leg. He'd tripped on some rock and landed in the exact wrong way. He wasn't going anywhere until he got some help, and right now it didn't seem too likely that he'd get any.
A young man sat on the forest floor in agony. In a smaller kennel a few feet away from him, a shrill, and rather pissed voice echoed out among the trees. It came with the rattling of plastic as well as a small growl.
"YOU INSOLENT DOG-BRAIN. COULD YOU NOT HAVE AT LEAST LET ME OUT OF THIS GOD-FORSAKEN BOX BEFORE YOU WENT OFF AND HURT YOURSELF"
The man grimaced and scowled at the kennel through clenched teeth.
"Would you shut up for a second, and complain to me when YOUR leg is broken."
But this was not enough to halt and unbridled fury of the fluffy creature in the cage.
"OH, SO IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU NOW, IS IT? WHAT ABOUT ME, DO I NOT MATTER TO YOU HIGH AND MIGHTY CANINE KING. LET ME OUTTA HERE AND I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT REAL PAIN IS! I CAN'T EVEN STAND UP ALL THE WAY DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW UNCOMFORTABLE THIS IS FOR ME?"
"Shut up..."
"SEE, SEE HOW YOU ARE, THINKING YOU HAVE SO MUCH AUTHORITY OVER ME? I OUGHTA-"
But he was interrupted.
"Would you hush up before some hiker comes by and thinks I'm talking to a cage, or finds you out and decides you'd make a nice front page for the local crack-pot newspaper right above the article on area 51!"
The creature's screeching dissolved into a continuous growl of discontent. He was far from shutting up.
Right now, however, Al had more painful things to worry about than that fuzzball, like his leg. He'd tripped on some rock and landed in the exact wrong way. He wasn't going anywhere until he got some help, and right now it didn't seem too likely that he'd get any.