Disclaimer Haiku:
Not mine, but I am
Working on a plan to make
Them so soon. Yeah right.
A/N: Little drabble I wrote for Ms. Kinnikufan, which expanded slightly. Has no real context. BYO subtext.
Bad Joke
© Scribbler, October 2007.
Rahne growled. Not many had ever heard her growl. They'd heard her yip, bark, yelp, howl, bay and holler, but growling… not so much. She was such a kind, bubbly girl she never had any cause to growl. It was a low, intimidating sound. The whole kitchen took a step backwards.
"It was just a joke," Kitty mumbled. "For Halloween."
"Jeez, don't get so bent out of shape," said Bobby, ever the model of politesse.
Rahne fixed on him a glare that could melt fillings in the mouth. "This," she gritted, pointing to the leash and collar with her name engraved on the tag, "was your idea?"
"For trick-or-treating, yeah."
"Did it ever occur to you that, for once, I might not want to dress up as a werewolf? That I might want to forget about it for the one night of the year I'm allowed to pretend to be something I'm not?That I might want to be a princess, or a fairy, or a fairy princess?"
"But you are a werewolf. Instant costume, plus one that'll get you a truckload of candy with my Igor outfit. I thought the collar and leash would be a nice touch. You can follow me around all night and we'll get twice the haul."
"I," Rahne whispered fiercely, "am nobody's pet."
"Man, who yanked your tail?"
"Whits fur ye'll no gin by ye." Anger sharpened her usually vague accent to a point that pierced the eardrum and made her impossible to understand.
"Huh?"
Jubilee and Sam fought to hide behind each other. "Basically? It means you're screwed, dude."
"You pissed off the pooch." Tabitha smirked, but wavered when Rahne glared at her with the same intensity. "Uh… I can put boom-balls in his bed for you?"