LM Simpson's tidbits (A/N): This, y'all, is my thirtieth "published" fanfic. Yay for me!
Okay, this wasn't the fic I was talking about. I noticed a couple of problems in the other one, so I'm thinking of trying to fix 'em before it gets published (if it ever is, that is). But, I also noticed I had a loadful of drabble ideas in my head. So, to get some ideas outta my head and get the creativity juices going for other, longer, fics, here's my first drabble collection (More info on that next "chapter"). Wish me luck. Be aware that content, pairings, and ratings will vary with each one, but the general length (500 words or less) will stay put in every case. My flame and toast policies still apply, by the way.
Enjoy!
The Toy that Annoys (Especially Those Named Teddy)
A drabble by LM Simpson
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to anything Monster Allergy related. Duh…
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Teddy had enjoyed his twelfth birthday. Everything was fine: the birthday cake, the presents, the fact his mother made him his favorite breakfast that morning…
But now it was time to run; he wanted to avoid "it" from occurring again…
He was halfway out the room when he heard his mother yell, "Uh, uh, uh! You forgot one, Teddy!"
"But Mom, I don't wanna!"
"Teddy," Joanna snapped, "you should be happy Heidi thought of you! Now go open her present!"
Teddy groaned. He knew what it was going to be; his mother's German pen pal was so uncreative that she always sent him the same thing. The only thing that ever varied was the style. Couldn't she break tradition at least once?
Wait, Teddy thought as he looked at the present. 'Looks like it's in a box this year… Maybe she actually got something else this year…
Excited, Teddy ripped off the wrapping, hoping it was not—
"Another teddy bear…" he said glumly as he looked at the Berlin Zoo polar bear plushie.
"Oh, how adorable!" Joanna exclaimed. "She even made it a little red scarf with your name on it!"
Ticked off, he left the bear and box on the table so his mother could put it in her room, put on the pair of sunglasses he got earlier, and left the room.
"I'm going out!" was the last thing his mother heard him say before the door slammed.
THE END
A/N: Thanks for reading! More is on the way!
Bye, y'all!
LM Simpson