A/N: Hey! I know this is really random but I finally finished the oneshot I promised - if you even remember that! I am so sorry it's taken me this long. Here is a baffling snippet of it - the full version is in my profile. Thank you!
A Fox, a Rooster, and a Lady
He darted through the dancing room and through the first discrete door he encountered. He found himself in a well-lit hallway with stairs at the end. He scuttled up the stairs, catching a talon on a step and slamming face-first into the floor.
Muttering curses, he clambered to his feet in a cloud of feathers. This was another hallway with three imperious doorways. He picked the middle one and congratulated himself when it opened.
He entered the most flowery bedroom he had ever seen.
The massive four-poster bed was carved with tulips and roses and daisies. The bedspread was a garden. The rugs were gardens. The curtains looked like hanging chains of roses. The windows were stained glass flowers.
"Flowers make me sneeze," he said with dismay.
"I'll tell them not to put any on your grave." This voice came from the right, trembling and feminine.
The rooster jumped back with a burbling noise, his wings curled to his chest. "Who're –didn't-you- see!"
The young woman in gorgeous blue gown glared at him. "When flowers bloom in spring."
A very awkward silence fell. The rooster didn't move.
"Pardon?" he finally said.
She reached slowly into her right sleeve. "When. Flowers. Bloom. In. Spring."
"The…little bees sing?" The rooster threw his wings up. "What kind of gibberish is this, woman?
"The fatal kind," she snapped. Suddenly she pulled a tiny pistol from her lacy sleeve and pointed it at his beak.
He was already pointing one of his wings at her. He glanced at the feathery mass, huffed, and folded up the end. A shining pistol was revealed, aimed right for the woman's forehead.
Her eyes went wide.
"Mine's bigger," he sang.