Told You So

Balm outstretched his paw, pointing to the plastic man creature that was on the ground in front of them. "I-it moved," he gasped to her, and hopped until he was standing over the piece of plastic. It actually had not moved, Balm just hadn't remembered where it had been in the first place when he had come upon it.

"Balm!" Zenthlay barked, stomping her foot. "Get away from it, and don't be silly. Remember what I told you, stay away from it. It's a man thing and if its alive it deserves to die, and that's all there is to it," she said to him and turned her back. The brown doe began to hop away from Balm, when she stopped and faced him again, her lip quivering. She was getting a strange feeling from this object, and Balm wasn't coming.

"B-but, it IS alive," he exclaimed to Zenthlay, reaching his paw towards the object. He poked at it a couple of times, "Hey, buddy. You okay there?" he asked the inanimate object. He lowered his head to sniff it when…

"BRRINNGG! BRRRRRING!!"

"AHHH!" Balm screamed, and backed up as quickly as he could, running smack into his sister.

"What the Inle?!!" she screeched as she was sent tumbling backwards. Zenthlay squirmed under Balm's weight, and tried to push him off her. "Get off of me, you big lummox," she growled, as she squeezed out from under him, and pushed herself up, panting. She gave Balm a reprimanding look, "See what happens when-"

"ZenthlayZenthlayyouheardthatdidn'tyou?" Balm blurted out in a rush of air, as he grasped his sister's paw excitedly with his own forepaws. He began to drag Zenthlay towards the thing, who looked completely and utterly confused.

Zenthlay had enough. She could not even understand what he was saying; he was so caught up in whatever this object was doing. "Balm!" she cried and pulled her paw free from Balm's rigid grasp. A low growl escaped Zenthlay's throat, and she leapt into the air. The sturdy doe came crashing down on Balm's bulk and he crippled to the ground, caught totally off guard.

"Wh-what? What in Frith's name are you doing Zenthlay?" he tried to strain his head to look at the man object that was only a couple of inches away from his head.

Zenthlay cuffed Balm across the face. She couldn't take his stupid ramblings anymore. That required patience and she just didn't have the virtue. What with the death of her marli and then the buck whom she had loved…it all put a dark cloud over her head that wouldn't blow over for quite a while. All this talk about a man thing needing their help was just tharn, and if she had to pound that into Balm's head, she would do so. That's how great of a sister she was.

A strained look passed Balm's face. "Come on sis, let me up," he whined. "I give up, you win. Or whatever." He looked into her eyes to see if she was serious or not, as it was often hard to tell with her. If Balm would have been more in tune to her emotions he would have been able to see the deep pain that engulfed her very soul, and that she was struggling with something at this moment. But like always, he didn't.

Suddenly, a clear, crisp voice sounded through the object. "Erica? Is that you again?" the male voice spoke.

Zenthlay jumped off of Balm in surprise, who in turn ran over to the voice. He couldn't understand what it was saying, but clearly, the man creature was trying to communicate with them. Zenthlay curiously came up behind Balm, and stared wearily at the object. She wasn't going to admit that Balm, of all rabbits, was right though. It was a thought that seemed implausible.

"See, I told you so," Balm stuck his tongue out at Zenthlay, holding his head high, his face spreading into a large grin. He wasn't about to let Zenthlay get along with being wrong, no, he was going to bask in the pleasure of being right for once. "Didn't I tell you so?" he asked, hopping over to the other rabbit.

Zenthlay pretended that she hadn't heard Balm at first, and began cleaning her paw. Then he asked again, and she had no choice but to answer. The brown doe shrugged, "Well, I suppose you did," she began, trying to think of something that would justify her actions quickly. "But you know, I did say before you that it was alive," she told him with a slight nod.



Balm began to nod in agreance with Zenthlay, "Yeah, I guess you d- Hey! No, wait a second!" he sputtered in anger. "You did not, you liar! I was the one that said it first. Me! Not you, me!" he told her.

"Uh huh, and I suppose you were the same one that knew it would be safe to be on sentry duty when Frith was unloading the skies with water," Zenthlay retorted, hoping her brother would believe her. She couldn't live with being wrong.

The tip of Balm's ears turned pink as his gaze shifted from Zenthlay to the ground. "Okay, fine. I guess you could have said it first," he submitted to her, thinking it over in his head. Who knows, she actually could have said it first. He did tend to have selective hearing when he wanted to, and would daydream when Zenthlay talked to him. He couldn't help it, she was boring sometimes. "If you say so," he added.

Zenthlay grinned with pleasure. Balm was so predictable. He would always give in to whatever she said, partially because he couldn't or wouldn't think for himself. Maybe he didn't have enough brains to do so. "So, the question is still out there. What do we do with this man creature then?" she asked Balm. It was more of a rhetorical question. Zenthlay definitely wasn't looking for Balm's advice. Her's was always was the best way. This perhaps may be some of the reason why Balm was so dependant on others. He was never forced to think for himself; and even though his sister did want the best for him, she also wanted what would be most pleasant for herself. These two things would possibly be conflicting issues sometimes, and when this happened, Zenthlay would do what she wanted.

"Well…we could-" Balm began, only to be cut off by Zenthlay.

"You know, I have an excellent idea," she spoke up, having no regard at all for Balm's opinion. She assumed that it would just not be that important anyways, that's all. "We're taking this thing back to the man house." She stood on her hind legs and waved her paw in the direction of the farm that was a safe distance away from the warren. Strangely, Zenthlay was feeling much better now that her mind was off all the death. It was easier to put something like that behind her when she had things to do and another rabbit to boss around. She now had her air of authority back as she looked at Balm. "Pick up that thing, and follow me!" she proclaimed and began to march away from the destroyed warren towards the farm.

Balm just blinked for a moment, and looked at the man creature. What had just happened? He was left totally confused, and blankly went over to the object. He clenched his teeth down on something sticking out of the top of the man creature and heaved it off the ground. It wasn't that heavy, so it was pretty easy for him to manage. "Immmaaapphhccan," Balm said happily to Zenthlay, looking over at her.

Zenthlay raised her eyebrow at Balm, and let out a little chuckle. "Come on you silly lug," she laughed and hopped beside him through the long grass.