Wednesday, 27 May 2020

Quarantine entry #67 - May 27


Obligatory disclaimer: real life sucks. I do not even feel angry about it, I feel empty. Pause.

First, an alert – now, I will not be reviewing AoS S7, because it is not accessible to me. The lockdown shook everything up, and while lack of TV access is one of the least problems ever, it still makes a mark.

Secondly, today is the sort of a day that feels anything but good. An 85- and 86-year-old veteran couple were gunned down earlier this week. Wonderful. Four Minnesota police officers, (now fired), abused the Afro-American that they have arrested so badly, that he died in the hospital. Bully. Did the story of A.A. fail to teach them anything? Apparently, yes. Ergo, here is another piece of my original fiction for my entry for this day, because I honestly cannot come up with a good idea as to what creature is to discuss today – it is that sucky, (though better than yesterday, which had been sweltering hot instead):

…The donkey stood in the overgrown field. Somehow, he got to be tied up, even though there were no humans around.

“Hello, Mr. Donkey,” the kitten said cheerfully, even as the other animals held back due to the donkey’s incessant cries of “Hee-haw!”. “Are you hungry?”

The bigger animal actually stopped shouting and gave the kitten a look. “...Shouldn’t the two of you be inside the home, anyhow, or has the author decide to put humans into our story after all?” He finally asked, somehow sounding more British than the other animals did, (and they sounded more American).

“No, but if you give the girl a ride I’ll set you free anyhow,” the dog replied cheerfully, instead of the kitten.

The donkey gave him a flat look: “I like to see you try,” was what he said.

The dog exchanged looks with his new friends. “Do it,” the mother cat finally said. “We might as well see beforehand.” Therefore, the dog complied.

...The leather cord burst with a snap. The donkey came free, and began to prance around, channeling his inner horse. (The horse in question was actually nearby, having some sort of a race with the hare and his rabbit cousins - who knows why?) The dog backed down, wincing, and actually looking hurt. 

The mother cat rolled her eyes, muttered something about men in general, and began to lick the dog to make him feel better.

“Mr. Donkey?” The kitten asked again, sounding insistent.

The donkey stopped prancing like a colt and gave the trio a thoughtful look. “Fine,” he replied at last. “A promise is a promise, after all, even though I am rather hungry...”

“Oh men,” the mother cat sighed, as she went through the hole in the fourth wall and rolled several baobab fruits briefly later. “There! Will they do?”

The donkey ate the fruit. “...Right,” he said some time later and carefully allowed the kitten to climb onto him. “Let’s give you a ride, shall we?” In addition, this was what he did, while being gentle, and keeping on the horse - but that is another story.

Well, this is it for now. See you all soon!

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