Chotto Ippuku
Chapter 6: Dab, Stick, Repeat
A happy tune was coming from the windows of the workshop in Peterny. Birds were chirping, deerish creatures were leaping, things that looked like bunnies were being hunted for their fur…ah, it was a perfect day.
The author took that remark back as a piercing scream (one that had not only broken most of the windowpanes, but the fabled fourth wall, for the owner of the scream apologized to the author for making her take her remarks back after all was said and done, and usually, the authors know all) split the peaceful atmosphere.
"Oh, Apris," Stanice, the Featherfolk girl, gasped. "Oh no, not this…"
Yes, the unthinkable had happened. Our lovely Stanice had been crafting, minding her own lovely business, and when she turned, some of the feathers on her left wing (mainly on the lower portion, for those who either like detail or those who wouldn't have normally known) ended up being dunked in glue.
Another mistimed turn, and whatever she was making ended up stuck to her left wing (once again, the lower portion). At first, the Hawkwoman semi-knockoff didn't know where her invention had gone. Another half turn, and it hit her. Both figuratively and literally. "Ow!"
This moment was when the scream occurred (and shattered the windows and the poor fourth wall). "What am I gonna do?" she wailed, the misshapen piece of invention still attached and swinging.
Various ideas occurred to her in the next minute or so, ranging from 'I should hurry and find someone who will help and not find this incredibly hilarious,' to 'I want some ice cream.' The latter would not have helped much, but she was a birdbrain. Who knows what goes on in their little heads?
She didn't have to worry much longer, for a few seconds after the thought centering on ice cream had crossed her (little) mind, the weight hanging onto her poor abused feathers took its toll.
Stanice yelped as the block of half-shaped invention fell onto the ground, along with a few feathers, dropped onto the floor, but this soon gave way to cheers. As she jumped up and down, the other wing was dipped in the jar of paste. Another leap, and the table went with her.
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Well, this chapter was fun. As fun as the rest, but I dread the next one. I still don't have some of the inventors (including the next one), so I'll just be winging it. Yes, that was a bad pun. Do excuse my bad pun there. Also, please excuse the other bad pun where I used the term "birdbrain." I apologize to all you people who actually are birdbrained, but the apologies come among fits of laughter. Do enjoy.