A/N: Hey, another fic, this time a very serious one. It's set during a
'Bugs Bunny' episode, and is from Sylvester's POV. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Thoughts Of A Mouser
I looked back at my son as I slowly pawed across the floor. "Now listen up son. I'm going to go and show you how to catch a mouse, then you try? Alright?" "Yes Father." He answered me, in a respectful tone.
I grinned and crouched down next to the mouse hole. Slowly the mouse poked his head out. He sniffed the air, and, apparently satisfied, cautiously moved away from his home. I slammed my paw down in front of the hole, and he turned around, startled by the noise. He saw me and, giving a large squeak, turned tail and ran. I leapt up and dashed down the hall after him. Slowly but surely, I was gaining. Ducking under another chair and leaping over a footstool, I noticed the room we had entered was full of old crates, but this did not deter me. Even though he ran between the boxes, over and under them as well, I doggedly (or, more accurately, cattedly) pursued my prey. Finally he ran into a crate. I quickly checked for other exits, but this was the only one. I hurriedly blocked it up with a piece of wood from the ground.
I searched the area for something to pry the crate open, and after a long search, I found a crowbar off to the side. Slowly I opened the box, and the side fell to the floor, raising a cloud of dust. Coughing, I tossed the crowbar to the side, immediately wishing I hadn't.
For standing in the crate, was the biggest mouse I had ever seen.
Good? Bad? Please review, or else I might discontinue it. I know it can be a hassle and I myself rarely review but if you do, NO FLAMES SIL VOUS PLAIT!
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Thoughts Of A Mouser
I looked back at my son as I slowly pawed across the floor. "Now listen up son. I'm going to go and show you how to catch a mouse, then you try? Alright?" "Yes Father." He answered me, in a respectful tone.
I grinned and crouched down next to the mouse hole. Slowly the mouse poked his head out. He sniffed the air, and, apparently satisfied, cautiously moved away from his home. I slammed my paw down in front of the hole, and he turned around, startled by the noise. He saw me and, giving a large squeak, turned tail and ran. I leapt up and dashed down the hall after him. Slowly but surely, I was gaining. Ducking under another chair and leaping over a footstool, I noticed the room we had entered was full of old crates, but this did not deter me. Even though he ran between the boxes, over and under them as well, I doggedly (or, more accurately, cattedly) pursued my prey. Finally he ran into a crate. I quickly checked for other exits, but this was the only one. I hurriedly blocked it up with a piece of wood from the ground.
I searched the area for something to pry the crate open, and after a long search, I found a crowbar off to the side. Slowly I opened the box, and the side fell to the floor, raising a cloud of dust. Coughing, I tossed the crowbar to the side, immediately wishing I hadn't.
For standing in the crate, was the biggest mouse I had ever seen.
Good? Bad? Please review, or else I might discontinue it. I know it can be a hassle and I myself rarely review but if you do, NO FLAMES SIL VOUS PLAIT!