Hi! This is just a little one-shot I felt like writing before I went off to China for a month. I do hope you enjoy it!
Best Regards,
Ringbearer0100
Summary: Have you ever seen a ranger dance before? Let's be more specific, have you ever seen Halt dance?
A little chipmunk poked its little, quivering nose out into the air, his whiskers on his furry chin, trembling. Sensing no immediate danger, or so he thought, he crept out of his tunnel and scurried away in search of food. What danger he didn't notice was the boot that came down on his little bushy tail. With a squall, it desperately tried to flee. So naturally, it climbed up the first thing it came in contact with: Halt's leg.
Will watched with a mixture of amusement and puzzlement as his former master hopped up and down on his feet as though he was treading on hot coals.
"Something wrong?" he asked innocently. Too innocently. Halt would've glared at his former apprentice and 'son' if he could. But at the moment, he was just too preoccupied.
"No," he managed to say as he jerked around wildly as the furry creature in his pants scratched him in a very uncomfortable area.
"Halt are you sure?" asked Will again.
"Just...you...go...shoot...straight," choked Halt as he stomped his foot. Then he stomped the other. Before he knew it, his feet and brain had developed a synchronized rhythm. Realization and inspiration dawned on Will.
"Halt," he said cautiously. "Are you...dancing?"
"No!" snapped the gray-bearded ranger.
"Yes, you are!" exclaimed Will excitedly. "One moment, I'll go get my mandola." He raced into the cabin before Halt could do anything about it. Halt attempted to lurch after him, but the poor, traumatized chipmunk climbed crawled out of the ranger's pant's leg and ran straightaway into Will.
"Oh, poor thing!" crooned Will.
"Poor thing?" Halt's eyes nearly popped out. "That thing..."
"Got you to dance," finished Will. "Oh, wait til I tell Gilan!