The Operetta
It was opening night, and it was a full house. Every seat in the audience was filled (though that was an easy thing to do in fanfiction). Anyone who was anyone arrived, clad in their best evening wear. Some were there because friends or family were to be performing in the operetta, whereas others were there purely for entertainment's sake, or they had received special invitation.
For awhile, there was nothing except the buzz-like sound of chatter in the audience. Then finally the lights dimmed and a large spotlight appeared on the stage-curtain. The audience became silent and waited for the operetta to start.
Suddenly the curtains parted a bit as two pairs of long ears came forward, followed by the following words:
"Good evening, ladies and gentlebeasts."
"I'm Bobweave, and this fat ugly one is Southpaw."
"Fat?! Ugly?! Stready on, you're the fat ugly one, Bobby!"
"DON'T CALL ME BOBBY!"
"OW! No need to screech down a chap's bloomin' ear-lug, dear brother of mine, wot!"
"Well then don't go callin' me 'Bobby', old fellow."
"Ahem, ANY-way . . . and welcome to performance of 'The Pleasant Peasant', written by the extremely lovely and most fatally beautiful Dorothea Duckfontein Dillworthy, whose unbelievable fairness makes flowers wither in shame!"
"And whose liquid gold voice can trill sweeter than any bird and send the stars falling from the skies in bloomin' tears of joy!"
A voice from behind them barked impatiently, "Ach, away with ye, ye great big lumps! Noo get on wi' it!"
The twin-hares glared behind them, but made no argument. They looked forward again, only down where the musicians were.
"Overture."
"Maestro."
"If you please." This the twins said in unison, and promptly disappeared from view.