Disclaimer: Don't own them…never will…darn it.
A.N: This is a challenge fic. The challenge was a follows: Fandom: Robin Hood (yeah I know it was obvious). Characters: Robin and Little John (not slash). Must include: a mangy dog, fletching arrows and a stick in an unusual place. The line 'Johnny, you know me too well.' There were bonus points to this. I don't want to spoil it so those are revealed at the end. This was given to me by Checkmate.
It's a Dog's World.
Ugh the smells, I can see the waves coming off those two. Don't they know what water is? I walk slowly up to them despite their smell. I'm old and I need food. Last time I tried to chase after my own food I tripped over a twig that just happened to be lying straight after a root. Come to think of it I stepped on it and it came up and hit me in noggin'.
Sitting down on my hind legs I whine. Gawd I hate doing that. All I can see is gray shades and the brightness of the sun on the silver flint is ridiculously bright.
Damn they are far to focused. I lift my head up higher. What are they doing anyway? I watch them silently as they pick up straight sticks and messily attach feathers to one end. I am so confused and getting hungrier by the minute.
Finally fed I get fed up. Well actually I don't. That's the problem. No one is paying any attention to me. I want food! There I howled and moaned. Anyone going to notice me yet!
The big man looked up from the arrow? Yes that's what it was. They are fletching arrows. "Robin, don't look now but we are being watched." I whine again. People are so stupid.
The man called Robin looks my way and laughs. "So it would seem, Little John. I think he wants food." Bonus points to the small one who figures it out. Panting I come toward him. I'll give you more points if you actually give me food.
"Yeah, so, and, therefore?" The man, Little John, Robin called him is starting to annoy me. I growl his way.
Swinging my head towards Robin I hear him laughing and suddenly his face is in my line of vision. Bout time they come down to my level. I was getting tired of looking at their legs and my neck hurts from looking up. Robin reached out a hand and offers a piece of meat. It's cooked but I'm not complaining. I gobble it down quickly and he gives me some more. Praise to the man, Praise!
They get up to leave and I stay in my place. I don't want to push it. They walk away slowly. A couple of seconds later I hear. "No, come on Robin. You can't actually thinking about bringing it home. It's mangy." Grrrr. Yeah I'm mangy and you're smelly, but I don't say it so you can hear it.
Robins turns my way. Gah, sun, silver and only seeing gray don't mix, bright! He laughs again. "Johnny, you know me too well." He reaches down and pets me. "He just needs a bath. We do too I think." Him…I like…Little John…I don't.
Next thing I know I'm being led away from the hole I call home. We walk in silence until we reach a camp full of people. I think Little John is mad.
Suddenly I'm left alone to wander. These people come, go and pop-up too quickly. It is making me dizzy. Night is falling; the shades of gray are darker than before. Night means they will sleep soon. Hmm, I sense revenge.
Quickly I find the muddiest stick I can carry. Yelck, mud is so gross tasting. I go to where I saw Little John enter. His house I'm assuming. With much growling and maneuvering I put the stick in his bed. I run as far and fast as I can but still stay in ear shot. I gotta hear his reaction.
I don't have to wait long. I see Little John enter the house. Thank God for night vision. Everything is silent for a while. Then out of nowhere a roaring voice yells. "Damn mangy dog! You are going to get it!" Yeah…right. My work is done.
A.N: The bonus points were as revealed for having it in the dog's point of view. This is my first Robin Hood fic. Let me know what you think.