Disclaimer: Not mine. Notta one of them. There, that says it all hehehe.
Category: Is there one for insanity? Just wondering. Humor.
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Author's Notes: This is a result of my friend, Judy, making a smart-aleck remark of I should write about Punxsatawney Phil getting lost in the Lost World (going out there for Groundhog's Day tomorrow) so – this is all her fault.
Feedback welcome at traci_ann@yahoo.com
1 Punxsatawney Phil Takes a Holiday
Heiress Marguerite Krux sat quietly against a tree. Finally the oppressive heat that had invaded the South American jungle had broken so she decided to get away from her friends and read.
"Um, excuse me, Ma'am, you are in my way."
Marguerite jumped up, looked around but saw nothing. "Who's there?"
"Down here, Miss."
She looked down to where she had been sitting. Her grey-green eyes widened. "I know I'm not seeing this."
But the very round, brown rodent smiled up at her. "My name is Phil of Punxsatawney. I'm supposed to be there now but got lost here."
"I'm not seeing this," she repeated.
"Do you know the way to Punxsatawney?" His large eyes pleaded. "I come from a long line of weather-predicting groundhogs and well, to tell you the truth, I don't know what will happen if I'm not there to tell this years weather."
Resigning to the fact she had finally lost her mind, Marguerite sighed. "I don't even know where this Puxtawn…Puxa… whatever is."
"Oh. Well, thank you for your kindness." Just before Phil dove back into his burrow however, he smiled and said, "You're not far from finding a way off of this plateau." Then he was gone.
Marguerite stared – shocked – then closed her eyes repeating, "I did not see that. I did not see that."
"Marguerite?"
When she opened her eyes she found herself sitting on the ground once again and looking up into the deep brown eyes of one Lord John Roxton.
"Quite a dream I'd say." He grinned at her. "About anyone I know?"
Shaking her head, she replied, "Not this time, John."
His face fell.
"Not that I wouldn't have preferred a certain someone in my dreams," she quickly added seductively.
"Good." He held his hand out for her.
She took it. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"You were gone for so long I got worried."
She smiled. "Oh. Must have fallen asleep." Keeping her hand in his, she glanced back to the now vacated spot. Beside where she had been sitting was a small burrow that she knew had not been there before. "Roxton, have you ever heard of Phil of Punxsatawney?"
"Who?" he laughed.
"Never mind. It's nothing. Let's go home."
The End.
Category: Is there one for insanity? Just wondering. Humor.
Spoilers: None
Rating: G
Author's Notes: This is a result of my friend, Judy, making a smart-aleck remark of I should write about Punxsatawney Phil getting lost in the Lost World (going out there for Groundhog's Day tomorrow) so – this is all her fault.
Feedback welcome at traci_ann@yahoo.com
1 Punxsatawney Phil Takes a Holiday
Heiress Marguerite Krux sat quietly against a tree. Finally the oppressive heat that had invaded the South American jungle had broken so she decided to get away from her friends and read.
"Um, excuse me, Ma'am, you are in my way."
Marguerite jumped up, looked around but saw nothing. "Who's there?"
"Down here, Miss."
She looked down to where she had been sitting. Her grey-green eyes widened. "I know I'm not seeing this."
But the very round, brown rodent smiled up at her. "My name is Phil of Punxsatawney. I'm supposed to be there now but got lost here."
"I'm not seeing this," she repeated.
"Do you know the way to Punxsatawney?" His large eyes pleaded. "I come from a long line of weather-predicting groundhogs and well, to tell you the truth, I don't know what will happen if I'm not there to tell this years weather."
Resigning to the fact she had finally lost her mind, Marguerite sighed. "I don't even know where this Puxtawn…Puxa… whatever is."
"Oh. Well, thank you for your kindness." Just before Phil dove back into his burrow however, he smiled and said, "You're not far from finding a way off of this plateau." Then he was gone.
Marguerite stared – shocked – then closed her eyes repeating, "I did not see that. I did not see that."
"Marguerite?"
When she opened her eyes she found herself sitting on the ground once again and looking up into the deep brown eyes of one Lord John Roxton.
"Quite a dream I'd say." He grinned at her. "About anyone I know?"
Shaking her head, she replied, "Not this time, John."
His face fell.
"Not that I wouldn't have preferred a certain someone in my dreams," she quickly added seductively.
"Good." He held his hand out for her.
She took it. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"You were gone for so long I got worried."
She smiled. "Oh. Must have fallen asleep." Keeping her hand in his, she glanced back to the now vacated spot. Beside where she had been sitting was a small burrow that she knew had not been there before. "Roxton, have you ever heard of Phil of Punxsatawney?"
"Who?" he laughed.
"Never mind. It's nothing. Let's go home."
The End.