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A/N I would like to thank everyone that has reviewed, sent a suggestion, added this story to alert, added to favourites or has even taken time to read it. What would I do without y'all?
Thanks again to DrWhoLover815 for suggesting that I TRY to write a fluffy moment. If may possibly turn out as an atrocious mess, but oh well... A/N
By this point, Jessie was beyond furious with the Sheriff, and the shock of his 'all-so-sly' remark seemed to crash down on her like a ton of Lego blocks that had the intention of crushing every single ounce of the Cowgirl's patience into nothing more than a few specks of dirt that could easily be swept away, like a leaf in a storm, by Jessie's passionate wave of fury of which continued to sweep through her every nerve. She was beyond startled; but there was simply no limit to her anger whatsoever.
If it had been possible during these next few moments, then Woody may have just been sweating every single ounce of bodily liquid that his body could store from his forehead; and that was a MAYBE. Especially since the Sheriff would have NEVER admitted that the chance, of doing so, was likely out loud. It was definitely something that he just wouldn't admit.
He would NEVER admit that he actually was petrified of Jessie after all. Nonetheless there was a reason for this; he'd never hear the end of it if he did so; and he knew this fully well.
"Um..." Woody began to murmur to himself as he tried to force the pure anxiety away from his tone of voice - The Anxiety of which was bound to be visible beyond his facial features; there was nothing stopping it from doing so actually. He knew that the metaphorical steam, igniting from Jessie's ears in an almost comical manner of course, was boiling hot - scalding enough to burn the plastic skin of his hands without a single question. And the fact that he was mentally racking his mind in order to come up with someone he could say in order to release himself from the grip of Jessie's absolute fury, did not help his motivation in the slightest; quite the opposite if Woody was to speak the truth.
However, Woody understood that speaking the truth right now may just so have the potential to pave his way to his own metaphorical grave, of which lay many feet below the ground - easy enough to fall into (Death maybe even included, depending on how the innocent victim fell), but impossible to escape - that had been waiting for his body for many years by now.
And this could prove to be quite a few years; Woody was almost fifty to this day! Nonetheless, he knew Jessie was older. But it did take him quite a lengthy slice of Time to actually realize that this aspect was NEVER something he should mention directly towards a girl. From a Tomboyish nature or not: You should never mention anything of the sort towards a girl. But this was one fact he had figured out too late.
In a desperate attempt to slip himself into Jessie's 'Good Books', for once, Woody then anxiously murmured:
"I take that back!" He exclaimed, suddenly finding himself almost out of breath as the room suddenly became over packed with a source of intense heat.
Wow, Jessie really did have that impact towards the Guys of the room... She could make one wish their box had never been opened with the snap of a finger. It was almost as though someone could hold a sign above her head in order to warn people to: 'BEWARE OF THE GLARE'.
If Woody hadn't been forced on the spot during these few moments, then he may have just felt a cold - freezing - shiver dart right down his spine like a train darting its way through traffic. It shouldn't happen; but it still did. And the overall impact was far worse than he could have ever imagined - Beyond Infinity actually. Wow, Woody guessed that this 'all-too-popular' phrase did fit the situation rather well given the current circumstances.
However, it had only been Mr. Potato-Head, who currently found the situation rather amusing, who didn't really seem to catch the hint that Woody was most likely in a whole pot full of trouble as Jessie's eyes narrowed from a shocked gape to a Death Glare that seemed to shoot deadly - poison, not to mention - arrows in Woody's direction; Point Blank within the centre of Woodrow Pride's heart actually. The One Place where his weakness lay, just waiting to be shot by the weapon of destruction.
Well, there was this, and there were also Spiders' of course; God how Woody loathed the fowl creatures to the very bone. Wait - Spider's didn't have bones, did they?
"Ha!" Mr Potato-Head remarked, abruptly receiving the attention of the other toys in the process. "It seems as though the 'Sheriff' has bit off more than he can chew."
Okay, this did NOT relate to Woody's situation in the slightest.
However, before Woody could speak for himself, in a hope to relieve Jessie's anger to an extent he'd be able to manage quite easily, they were suddenly interrupted by a sudden appearance, of one of their fellow toys, within the scene.
"Lady's and Gentleman." Mr. Pricklepants announced, the sudden entry being rather cliché within the eyes of the others during these few moments, making himself heard as he cleared his throat for the maximum dramatic effect. "I have an announcement to make."
If all went well, then the Porcupine could just very well be set for an entertaining afternoon indeed.
A/N So the fluff comes in next chapter for sure. It may seem very 'different' as to what you readers usually expect, but it's relevant. Well - at least I hope so.
Thanks again to DrWhoLover815 for inspiring me with this idea. I bet your cravings for fluff are long gone by now aren't day? Lol! (Sorry about that) :P
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