OK, people. Here it is. The long awaited chapter. It will not be a long
chapter. I promise you it won't.
Anyhow, the Calico Challenge bombed. Just FYI. Entries are still welcome if you're interested.
Anyhow, here.
"...She what?"
"Yes, Jack. It is true. She has found another."
"You lie."
"No, Jack. I do not. She must have known that man, because his arms open and she ran to him. I hear her say she never want to see you again."
"So yeh're tellin' me that me bonny lass wen' off with some other man? An' she's not comin' back?"
"Yes. I tell her that you love her and she laugh."
Jack sighs. "This can't be happening...."
Mary rubs his back. "I am deeply sorry."
He shakes his head. He doesn't want to believe that you would leave him. After all, you guys were in love. Or at least that's what he thought. Heck, you did the 'deed' earlier to show it!
"She wouldn't do this..."
Mary smiles. "I know it hard to swallow. But you should know that women fickle. All they want is man juice. I saw from the beginning that she was a...how you say? A whore."
"Don't say tha' 'bout me girl."
"Jack, you need not defend her now. She's gone."
He bangs his fists on the table. "No. I'm gonna go hear it from 'er meself. Then I'll know what to believe."
Mary's eyebrows furrow as she watches Jack storm out of her kitchen and slam the front door. You sit in a cell, watching a rat scurry across to the one next to you. This place isn't so bad. The food sucks. The neighbors are hostile. The only thing you have to sit on is a log and pile of hay. Nope, not bad at all.
A door opens and you hear footsteps. A dude in uniform stands in front of your cell and addresses you.
"Present."
"Your trial date has been set."
"Whoopie."
"Don't take that tone with me!"
"Don't take THAT tone with ME!"
He growls. "One more smart-arse comment from you and it's straight to the gallows!"
He turns on his heel and gives you a smug look before leaving. You mock him and see a rat come towards you. You blink and it seems to blink back. Prison madness must be setting in. So you do the only sensible thing. You talk to it.
"That's my hay. Leave it alone."
He chatters softly in reply and comes closer.
"No! Don't make me kick you!"
He comes closer still.
"Hey! Scat, rat!"
He moves along and decides to move over to your log. You giggle slightly.
"You know, you're kind of cute. And a little daft. So I'll name you Jack, Jr."
He chatters again and crawls away.
I told you guys that it would not be long. And for the rat thing, I don't know if rats chatter. I really don't. But it seems kinda senseless to have a squirrel in a prison. Personally, I think it'd be neat, but I'd get some bad reviews. Speaking of which, please review!
Anyhow, the Calico Challenge bombed. Just FYI. Entries are still welcome if you're interested.
Anyhow, here.
"...She what?"
"Yes, Jack. It is true. She has found another."
"You lie."
"No, Jack. I do not. She must have known that man, because his arms open and she ran to him. I hear her say she never want to see you again."
"So yeh're tellin' me that me bonny lass wen' off with some other man? An' she's not comin' back?"
"Yes. I tell her that you love her and she laugh."
Jack sighs. "This can't be happening...."
Mary rubs his back. "I am deeply sorry."
He shakes his head. He doesn't want to believe that you would leave him. After all, you guys were in love. Or at least that's what he thought. Heck, you did the 'deed' earlier to show it!
"She wouldn't do this..."
Mary smiles. "I know it hard to swallow. But you should know that women fickle. All they want is man juice. I saw from the beginning that she was a...how you say? A whore."
"Don't say tha' 'bout me girl."
"Jack, you need not defend her now. She's gone."
He bangs his fists on the table. "No. I'm gonna go hear it from 'er meself. Then I'll know what to believe."
Mary's eyebrows furrow as she watches Jack storm out of her kitchen and slam the front door. You sit in a cell, watching a rat scurry across to the one next to you. This place isn't so bad. The food sucks. The neighbors are hostile. The only thing you have to sit on is a log and pile of hay. Nope, not bad at all.
A door opens and you hear footsteps. A dude in uniform stands in front of your cell and addresses you.
"Present."
"Your trial date has been set."
"Whoopie."
"Don't take that tone with me!"
"Don't take THAT tone with ME!"
He growls. "One more smart-arse comment from you and it's straight to the gallows!"
He turns on his heel and gives you a smug look before leaving. You mock him and see a rat come towards you. You blink and it seems to blink back. Prison madness must be setting in. So you do the only sensible thing. You talk to it.
"That's my hay. Leave it alone."
He chatters softly in reply and comes closer.
"No! Don't make me kick you!"
He comes closer still.
"Hey! Scat, rat!"
He moves along and decides to move over to your log. You giggle slightly.
"You know, you're kind of cute. And a little daft. So I'll name you Jack, Jr."
He chatters again and crawls away.
I told you guys that it would not be long. And for the rat thing, I don't know if rats chatter. I really don't. But it seems kinda senseless to have a squirrel in a prison. Personally, I think it'd be neat, but I'd get some bad reviews. Speaking of which, please review!