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Why You Never Wear A Puffy Coat.
"Sooooooo . . . who's turn is it?" Laurana asked, leaning back-to-back with Tanis and just staring at something no one else can see.
"It's Tanis's." Crysania was playing jacks with Flint, and wining.
No one spoke for a while as they continued doing whatever they were doing through the loooooooooong wait for the author to resume writing.
HEY! I'M BACK, AND PEOPLE ARE READING, SO START THE SHOW ALREADY!
"Boy, she can scream." Tika remarked.
"Yeah . . . anyone notice that we're doing this all smack in the middle of a football field?" Caramon asked.
Everyone looked up, looked around, muttered "that's nice" and went back to whatever they were doing.
" . . . anyone care?" Caramon finally asked.
Crysania stared incredulously at him, but beside that no one paid attention.
START THE SHOW ALREADY, OR ELSE!
"I think we're being threatened." Sturm glanced nervously around.
"Good for you, Sturm." Tanis replied.
START THE SHOW OR YOU WILL BE SORRY!
"Should we?" Tika looked nervous now.
"Nahhh . . ." Caramon replied.
OK, I WARNED YOU!
(The very annoying song of "I love you, you love me, we're a happy family" from the very annoying show called Barney starts blaring from the loudspeakers."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
All those on the football field (Tanis, Flint, Laurana, Crysania, Tika, Caramon, and Sturm) fell to the ground (if they weren't already there) writhing, clutched their ears, and screamed.
"Make it stop, make it stop!"shrieked Flint.
WILL YOU START THE SHOW?
"Yes!"
PROMISE?
"Yes!"
YOU MEAN IT?
"Yes!"
REALLY?
"YES!"
I DON'T KNOW . . . .
"YES, IN THE NAME OF ANY GOD, YES ALREADY! JUST TURN THE MUSIC OFF!"
FINE! BOY, YOU GUYS CAN BE PUSHY!
(the music stops. Regardless, everyone continues the writhing, screaming, ear clutching, etc. It echos very weirdly in the stadium)
UH . . . GUYS, THE MUSIC STOPPED. YOU CAN STOP THAT NOW.
"Ohhh . . . we can?"
(Somewhere in America, a teenage girl smacks herself on the head in exasperation and leaves to get a soda, muttering beneath her breath)
"I think she left . . . " Crysania looked around.
Silence.
Everyone began cheering.
2 ½ hours later . . .
"Sooo . . . now what?" Tika asked when everyone finished cheering.
"Ya wanna continue the game of Truth-Or-Dare?" Laurana asked idly.
"Sure."
They all sat back in a circle.
"Soooooooo . . . someone - I forget who - dared, um, truthed, yeah, anyway . . . " Tika began.
"Whatever." Flint cut in.
" . . . Tanis last, sooo, Tanis, your turn." Crysania concluded.
"Ok .. . let's seeeeeee . . . " closing his eyes, Tanis stood in the middle, held out an arm, and spun around of a while, then opened his eyes to see where the arm was pointing. Since he had fallen down, it was a little complicated, but finally they figured out that it had landed on Tika.
"Tika!"
"Ok, ok, you don't have to yell." Tika scowled.
"Yeah . . . um, anyway, Tika, truth-or-dare?"
"Ah . . . decisions, decisions . . . . dare, I guess." she shrugged, red curls bouncing.
"Ok . . . dare, double dare, triple dare, etc."
"Triple dare, then." another shrug.
"Okayyyyyyy . . . let's see . . . ok. A, you can . . .smear peanut butter in your hair."
Tika scowled. So did Caramon.
"B, you can . . . lick whipped cream off of Caramon's nose."
"ewwww."
"OR, C, you can . . . stand in the middle of the stadium wearing this big, puffy coat." Tanis concluded, holding up a big, purple, puffy coat.
"I'll take C." Tika said quickly.
"OK!"
Tika rose and went over to Tanis, who dressed her in the puffy coat. As soon as she did this, everyone scrambled off the field and into the bleachers. Tika, left alone, shrugged and walked to the middle of the field.
30 minutes later . . . .
"Guys, when can I stop?" Tika finally called.
"When She comes." Tanis muttered. Tika, of course, didn't hear.
"Guys . . . "
Since she was facing them, she didn't see the small, dark figure in the distance. Everyone else could, however. They had somehow gotten spyglasses.
It was a girl - a short girl - with dark, curly hair, brownish skin, and dark eyes. Dressed in a shiny blue coat, she stared at Tika - or rather she stared at the puffy coat - with an . . . expression . . . in her eyes.
"Guys . . . "
The girl back up a little, that ran her right foot on the ground, just like some bulls do, and lowered her head.
"Guys . . ." Tika watched as they suddenly scrambled for higher seats.
The girl started running . . .and . . .
"PUFFY COAT!" screamed the girl, smacking straight into Tika and latching onto her arm, her momentum bowling both to the ground . . .
. . . and suddenly, the ground gave way.
All the companions heard were Tika's screams and the girl's cries of 'Puffy Coat! Puffy Coat!' as the two disappeared into the trapdoor that housed Kit, Raistlin, and Tas.
"Tika!" Tas cried in delight when the two fell in. "And Alex!"
Alex opened one arm and hugged the kender, than immediately latched back onto Tika. "Puffy coat . . . "
Tika, looking disturbed, slid out of the coat. Alex gladly burrowed in it and giggled, watching as Tas began to tell Tika his stories.
Raistlin looked at Kitiara. Kitiara looked at Raistlin.
They both shrugged and went back to playing War!
The companions stood over the trapdoor, staring at it. In silence.
"And that, my peers." Tanis concluded solemnly. "Is why you never wear a puffy coat."
Everyone sighed.
Then, since the author wasn't coming back soon, they all went back to doing whatever they were doing before.
And the dancing alvocados danced.
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