Story time
Aug. 2nd, 2002 11:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
robinblokeThis is a short story thats meant to reflect a typical childling Pookah, any thoughts?
"It's those bloody cats again" came the yell from inside the house as the noise of a dustbin crashing over echoed up the alleyway. Alley Tom grinned to himself, tail wagging as he jumped to another bin, sending it crashing over spilling yet more rubbish over the floor. His partners in crime, two homeless cats, just watched from around the corner; not exactly sure what he was up to.
The thump of a backdoor sent them scurrying as old Johnson stormed out of his house, broom in hand no doubt, to exact revenge on anyone disturbing him.
Alley Tom just grinned to himself, sat down by the bins as Johnson flung open the gate to his yard and raised the broom to give this pesky cat a good hard whack to teach him a lesson.
Things didn't go quite as he planned however, as he somehow failed to notice a tripwire in his path. Arms flailing he pitched forward into a huge pile of stinking sodden rubbish, paint and other extremely smelly... things. His yells seemed to get louder if anything.
Alley Tom just trotted past as Johnson thrashed around trying to extract himself from the surprisingly tangly pile of rubbish and around into his yard, there he nudged his ball from Johnson's trophy pile and left down the street with it.
He had his ball back, and Johnson had egg on his face, quite literally.
"It's those bloody cats again" came the yell from inside the house as the noise of a dustbin crashing over echoed up the alleyway. Alley Tom grinned to himself, tail wagging as he jumped to another bin, sending it crashing over spilling yet more rubbish over the floor. His partners in crime, two homeless cats, just watched from around the corner; not exactly sure what he was up to.
The thump of a backdoor sent them scurrying as old Johnson stormed out of his house, broom in hand no doubt, to exact revenge on anyone disturbing him.
Alley Tom just grinned to himself, sat down by the bins as Johnson flung open the gate to his yard and raised the broom to give this pesky cat a good hard whack to teach him a lesson.
Things didn't go quite as he planned however, as he somehow failed to notice a tripwire in his path. Arms flailing he pitched forward into a huge pile of stinking sodden rubbish, paint and other extremely smelly... things. His yells seemed to get louder if anything.
Alley Tom just trotted past as Johnson thrashed around trying to extract himself from the surprisingly tangly pile of rubbish and around into his yard, there he nudged his ball from Johnson's trophy pile and left down the street with it.
He had his ball back, and Johnson had egg on his face, quite literally.
