Title: Feeding Time
Disclaimers: VD belongs to LJS.
Note: A drabble is a 100 (or stretched to 150 in this case) word piece of writing. It's an exercise in discipline to try and keep as close as possible to that limit.
Based on the LJS100 icon challenge. Icon used is a picture of my guinea pig, Custard.
http://www.ttales.net/ljs100/red-custard.jpg
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The guinea pig stared impassively at Stefan. Stefan stared warily back, clutching a wilted lettuce, vaguely wondering if it was safe to put his hands in the cage. Margaret's knack for choosing evil pets was now legendary, and he couldn't shake the nervous feeling that the dumb-looking pig might sprout fangs at any minute and make a flying leap for his jugular.
Gingerly, he opened the cage door, flung the lettuce in, and slammed the door shut again, taking barely enough time to make sure it was secure before snatching his fingers away. The pig stared at him for a moment longer, then suddenly attacked the greenery with a gusto that reminded Stefan of a pool of piranhas consuming flesh. He back-pedalled out of Margaret's room, grateful that the fluffball didn't seem interested in fresh blood, and made a firm resolution that Damon could feed the damn thing next time.
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Fin.
Disclaimers: VD belongs to LJS.
Note: A drabble is a 100 (or stretched to 150 in this case) word piece of writing. It's an exercise in discipline to try and keep as close as possible to that limit.
Based on the LJS100 icon challenge. Icon used is a picture of my guinea pig, Custard.
http://www.ttales.net/ljs100/red-custard.jpg
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The guinea pig stared impassively at Stefan. Stefan stared warily back, clutching a wilted lettuce, vaguely wondering if it was safe to put his hands in the cage. Margaret's knack for choosing evil pets was now legendary, and he couldn't shake the nervous feeling that the dumb-looking pig might sprout fangs at any minute and make a flying leap for his jugular.
Gingerly, he opened the cage door, flung the lettuce in, and slammed the door shut again, taking barely enough time to make sure it was secure before snatching his fingers away. The pig stared at him for a moment longer, then suddenly attacked the greenery with a gusto that reminded Stefan of a pool of piranhas consuming flesh. He back-pedalled out of Margaret's room, grateful that the fluffball didn't seem interested in fresh blood, and made a firm resolution that Damon could feed the damn thing next time.
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Fin.
