Disclaimer thingie: don't own stuff blah blah, except the rabbit and the tree kangaroo and the fairies and all their stuff, as well as George. Yes it is ALL MINE HAHAAHHAA!
"Right," said Bunny "now, on we go."
The rabbit tucked the book away behind herself and then proceeded in a westerly, yes that is right west. See it is in bold and even underlined just to make a point. And as we all know WEST is the direction where those big scary mountain thingies are etc.
So I guess we can all understand Johnny's consternation when he discovered that they where headed in that direction, you know all the ice, howling winds, rock and stuff being so, well bad for small Zippo lighters and if Johnny was going to go somewhere where he couldn't get a comfortable fire going, he was only going to go there if his mum said he had to, and she wasn't here. So there!
"Look mate," said Snowy carefully " if you don't get a move on, Bunny is gonna get mad, now we all know what happens when Bunny gets mad don't we?"
Well it was then that many things happened at once; at first dear little Johnny uttered something like, well it sounded like it to me… I'm not sure exactly kinda like F@*k Bunny and the f@*ken dirty great sodding mountains!
And because of that comment various, painful things happened to poor Johnny, which subsequently ended up with him on the ground. With Everybody Else sitting on him.
Unfortunately for Everybody Else, Bunny had dropped the book and it was now lying in the grass unnoticed, open to the page 20. He was just reaching for the book when Logan using a rope that Snowy had just produced from his belt bag (NO! Tree Kangaroos Do Not Have Pockets, at least male ones don't) went about tying St John up. Damn it looked like he wasn't going to get the book, and that page looked so interesting, he could see the little wheel in one corner shinning in the sunlight, it seemed it was almost smiling at him, his hopes at spinning that wheel were fading fast. It just wasn't fair! That was until he remembered a trick that Remy had taught him. Sure a book was bigger than a lighter, but Logan and that bloody Bunny mightn't be as observant as the Cajun was …
"Oh for Pete's f@*ken sake, untie the little bastard and get him to help find the bloody book" Growled a very hot cross bunny (get it he he!…oh never mind.) fifteen minutes later.
St John stopped singing and gave the rabbit a nasty grin.
Bunny eyed him and rumbled…
"Yeah well, I hope you use the same amount of energy singing as finding that bloody book, or you will have the lyrics to Waltzing Matilda carved into your sorry hide!"
She winked at Logan " You do the honours" she said
With that bit of encouragement Logan advanced, cracking his knuckles, if he never heard that song again it would be too soon. The Aussie s#%t was going to feel the same way very, very soon.
When the noise died down and Everyone Else was occupied, with their backs turned of course, Johnny… dear, dear Johnny pulled the book out from under his shirt…
So sorry, caught a glimpse of a ab here *cough*
…Under his shirt (Hey you! Stop drooling in the back!) From under his shirt, swiftly and silently opened that book up, and moved to claim his prize!
But little rabbits with their long ears can hear very well, so can short and very hairy men, (as for Snowy, well he's a qute little fellow and don't really expect him to do much except be Johnny's mascot really…) with sharp sharp adamantium claws. They both whipped round saw Johnny's finger sailing down in an arc to ward the accursed wheel. They, as anyone has too even though they know it is already far too late, leaped forward and cried out "NOOOOOO!" as our pyromaniac buddy's index finger flew onto its task with a twitch! So they leaped, their body's moving like two barges through to air (this is all being done in slow motion, there are rules you know!)…
The little wheel spun, the rabbit and the hairy man, were as I said before Too Late. All they could do was watch…
A part of the mountain moved, and as it did so seemed to turn into a sort of flying beast, which streaked down onto their tiny little pop-up selves, to wreak the kind of death that only cardboard has nightmares about.
Everyone Else and Johnny of course seeing the terrible fate befalling their paper representations, looked at each other and did only what they could do, swallowed.
None dared to look at the mountain. That was until a terrible, terrible shriek rent the air. This shriek was the kind that was very high up and very far away. It was the kind that you didn't want to meet in a dark alleyway, the sort that ate puppy sandwiches and spread kittens on its toast. It was a very angry shriek, which had far too much scream in it.
Yes siree, if that shriek did not make you look for its source, then you where probably already dead.
Anyway they looked, and a part of one of the peaks moved. A very large piece. It began to unfold like a tulip, if tulips weighed 200 tons and were made of ice, stone and pure fury. It gripped what was left of the mountainside lifted its shard covered head and screamed like a glacier. Then it looked at them.
Johnny commented on how he now needed a new pair of pants and Snowy murmured him too. Their eyes were stuck to it, Nobody could look away.
Bunny leant forward and carefully removed the book from Johnny's hands and turned to page 21. She glanced down and read, lifting the appropriate flap. Then just as quietly closed the book, and put it away.
Johnny clutched his lighter and to comfort himself, lit it.
"Right," said Bunny "now, on we go."
The rabbit tucked the book away behind herself and then proceeded in a westerly, yes that is right west. See it is in bold and even underlined just to make a point. And as we all know WEST is the direction where those big scary mountain thingies are etc.
So I guess we can all understand Johnny's consternation when he discovered that they where headed in that direction, you know all the ice, howling winds, rock and stuff being so, well bad for small Zippo lighters and if Johnny was going to go somewhere where he couldn't get a comfortable fire going, he was only going to go there if his mum said he had to, and she wasn't here. So there!
"Look mate," said Snowy carefully " if you don't get a move on, Bunny is gonna get mad, now we all know what happens when Bunny gets mad don't we?"
Well it was then that many things happened at once; at first dear little Johnny uttered something like, well it sounded like it to me… I'm not sure exactly kinda like F@*k Bunny and the f@*ken dirty great sodding mountains!
And because of that comment various, painful things happened to poor Johnny, which subsequently ended up with him on the ground. With Everybody Else sitting on him.
Unfortunately for Everybody Else, Bunny had dropped the book and it was now lying in the grass unnoticed, open to the page 20. He was just reaching for the book when Logan using a rope that Snowy had just produced from his belt bag (NO! Tree Kangaroos Do Not Have Pockets, at least male ones don't) went about tying St John up. Damn it looked like he wasn't going to get the book, and that page looked so interesting, he could see the little wheel in one corner shinning in the sunlight, it seemed it was almost smiling at him, his hopes at spinning that wheel were fading fast. It just wasn't fair! That was until he remembered a trick that Remy had taught him. Sure a book was bigger than a lighter, but Logan and that bloody Bunny mightn't be as observant as the Cajun was …
"Oh for Pete's f@*ken sake, untie the little bastard and get him to help find the bloody book" Growled a very hot cross bunny (get it he he!…oh never mind.) fifteen minutes later.
St John stopped singing and gave the rabbit a nasty grin.
Bunny eyed him and rumbled…
"Yeah well, I hope you use the same amount of energy singing as finding that bloody book, or you will have the lyrics to Waltzing Matilda carved into your sorry hide!"
She winked at Logan " You do the honours" she said
With that bit of encouragement Logan advanced, cracking his knuckles, if he never heard that song again it would be too soon. The Aussie s#%t was going to feel the same way very, very soon.
When the noise died down and Everyone Else was occupied, with their backs turned of course, Johnny… dear, dear Johnny pulled the book out from under his shirt…
So sorry, caught a glimpse of a ab here *cough*
…Under his shirt (Hey you! Stop drooling in the back!) From under his shirt, swiftly and silently opened that book up, and moved to claim his prize!
But little rabbits with their long ears can hear very well, so can short and very hairy men, (as for Snowy, well he's a qute little fellow and don't really expect him to do much except be Johnny's mascot really…) with sharp sharp adamantium claws. They both whipped round saw Johnny's finger sailing down in an arc to ward the accursed wheel. They, as anyone has too even though they know it is already far too late, leaped forward and cried out "NOOOOOO!" as our pyromaniac buddy's index finger flew onto its task with a twitch! So they leaped, their body's moving like two barges through to air (this is all being done in slow motion, there are rules you know!)…
The little wheel spun, the rabbit and the hairy man, were as I said before Too Late. All they could do was watch…
A part of the mountain moved, and as it did so seemed to turn into a sort of flying beast, which streaked down onto their tiny little pop-up selves, to wreak the kind of death that only cardboard has nightmares about.
Everyone Else and Johnny of course seeing the terrible fate befalling their paper representations, looked at each other and did only what they could do, swallowed.
None dared to look at the mountain. That was until a terrible, terrible shriek rent the air. This shriek was the kind that was very high up and very far away. It was the kind that you didn't want to meet in a dark alleyway, the sort that ate puppy sandwiches and spread kittens on its toast. It was a very angry shriek, which had far too much scream in it.
Yes siree, if that shriek did not make you look for its source, then you where probably already dead.
Anyway they looked, and a part of one of the peaks moved. A very large piece. It began to unfold like a tulip, if tulips weighed 200 tons and were made of ice, stone and pure fury. It gripped what was left of the mountainside lifted its shard covered head and screamed like a glacier. Then it looked at them.
Johnny commented on how he now needed a new pair of pants and Snowy murmured him too. Their eyes were stuck to it, Nobody could look away.
Bunny leant forward and carefully removed the book from Johnny's hands and turned to page 21. She glanced down and read, lifting the appropriate flap. Then just as quietly closed the book, and put it away.
Johnny clutched his lighter and to comfort himself, lit it.