Assignment Four and conflict baby! :) I enjoyed this assignment immensely, admittedly I have been enjoying all of them.
Bunnies!
The offbeat whir of the ceiling fan held everyone in a doze. Fabric rubbed against chair backs and created a soft warm sound that added to the lull. A low chuckle disturbed only the least resilient of inmates.
Bunnies!
The offbeat whir of the ceiling fan held everyone in a doze. Fabric rubbed against chair backs and created a soft warm sound that added to the lull. A low chuckle disturbed only the least resilient of inmates.
“Remember when Bozanoid did the hat trick and fell off the stage?”
“…wasn’t Bozanoid man, it was Maxieen. The guy that morphed only into girls, remember?”
Scritch scritch whir
“Mmm maybe but didn’t Maxieen morph bunnies too? Bozanoid definitely did a nifty hat trick.”
Rocking chairs started up in unison, their rhythm offset each other. One chair rocked a tiny bit faster, scant seconds later the other gained momentum.
“…wrong…Maxieen’s hat trick was to morph into a girl, then take off the hat and pull out a bunny and morph the bunny into an egg, and then morph the hat into a purse.”
Distant clatter from the kitchen caused a momentary pause in the rocking but when quiet returned the rockers sped up.
“That might be, but Bozanoid was the one that pulled the bunny out of the hat and then morphed the bunny into a hat and then pulled a bunny out of it. And then he fell off the stage when the bunny bit him.”
The quiet stretched out and eventually the rocking slowed, the ceiling fan continued its offbeat whir. Almost stealthily one the rockers sped up.
“Don’t be daft man, that was also Maxieen’s trick and she fell off the stage when the bunny bit her!”
“Don’t be calling me daft you old coot! Maxieen stole all of Bozanoid’s material and you know it!”
Rockers shocked into silence started up again, slower and more deliberate. The offbeat whir of the ceiling fan took on a menacing tone. Restless sighs took the place of gentle snores. A rhythmic tap tap of wood against wood started up along with one rocker. A mighty thwack rousted the remaining inmates.
“…call me an old coot will you…never heard such idiocy…morph you into a bunny and stick you in a top hat…hah!”
Rock rock rock
Soft snores started up again. A chair rocked slowly into one direction followed by a plop as something landed on the floor. Hurried scratches of small nails across the wooden floor.
“…never saw the difficulty of morphing things into bunnies myself…”