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A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews! I know I should have up-dated this a long time ago. Sorry. I hope you like this one. Pony's p.o.v. in case you wonder.
In Bed
Chapter 8: Clash of the Wild Beasts
It started innocently.
"So?" I began.
"So what?"
"If you were any animal-"
"What animal would I want to be?"
"No. What animal would you be?"
"What's the difference?"
"One's just what you like, but the other is what you are."
"Oh, okay. I get it."
"So,"
"So what?"
"WHAT ANIMAL?"
"Oh! Um, well... a horse, you know. I'm like a playful, young, and beautiful wild stallion." Soda made whinnying noises and bucked around, throwing the covers off of us.
"Yep. That fits," I laughed.
"So?"
"So what?"
"What about you?"
"I dunno. Maybe a bird."
"Eyes on the sky." Soda sighed next to me. "Sharp and always watching."
"What about Darry? Do you see a great big papa bear or a Great Dane with big muscles, standing all intimidating, and barking in that low voice?'
"One of those for sure. Dally's a tiger."
"Yeah. He's a tiger; a wild, crazy, and bloodthirsty tiger."
"With tiger eyes!"
"Yep."
"Steve?"
"Steve's a- I got it!- a grease monkey"
"Pony."
"Okay, okay. He's, um, he's a rabbit."
"Ha.Ha," he teased, then laughed really. After recovering, he asked: "Johnny?"
"Johnny is like a puppy."
"A puppy?"
"Uh-huh. Picture a little lost brown puppy, with big black eyes, that's just been kicked."
"Oh. I see it. Now... drum roll...Two-Bit?"
"Easy."
"How?"
"Mickey Mouse."
"That's not even an animal!"
"Actually, it is a mouse."
"Smartass."
"Think so?"
"Yeah." He shoved me.
"There's only one way to settle this."
"How's that?"
"The Eagle swoops down on his prey."
"The wild stallion bucks, rears up, and kicks the eagle in his feathery butt."
"Ahh!"
"Ahhh!"
Ever feel like some nights are just destined to end in wrestling match?
A/N: Please review! Thanks's to my Bro for the idea. What'd you think?