Posted by Atticus on December 19, 2004, at 19:38:10
In reply to the story continues... » Atticus, posted by alesta on December 19, 2004, at 1:59:18
… the lot of you rush outside. “Back off! I’m a desperate moose,” shouts Morris, awkwardly balancing the handgun on his hoof.
“Oh come off it,” you say. “How can you pull the trigger with no bloody fingers?”
“Curse my lack of opposable thumbs!” Morris cries. “I’ve still got my antlers, though! And I know how to use ’em, mate.”
“Ahem,” says the cat, moseying up to Morris. “Look what I’ve got, lad. A cookie! You knowwwww how keen you are on cookies. One for the road?”
“Wellll,” answers Morris, looking suspicious and then very peckish, “maybe just one.” He wolfs it down. “I’ll turn your wife loose as soon as …” Morris’ legs start to shimmy, his knees knock together, then he slides to the ground and turns back into a mouse.
In an instant the cat is on him and eats him.
“You … he … he … You ATE him!” you yell at the cat.
“Oh, don’t be such a nancy,” he purrs nonchalantly. “It IS my job, you know. I put some of that tranquilizer in it.”
You notice the mountie and the late Morris’ girlfriend making goo-goo eyes at each other and blushing as the groggy koala emerges through the front door.
“What’s all this, then?” mumbles the koala.
“Suspect’s been eaten, sir,” says the mountie.
“Well,” harrumphs the koala, straightening his uniform. “All goes to show that no good can come of it when you give a mouse a cookie."
“Does have its upsides, though,” allows the cat, belching loudly.
“Be a good lad and fetch me some eucalyptus leaves, eh?” he says to the mountie.
The mountie gallops off, and Morris’ smitten ex says, “I’ll help!” before following him.
You turn to the cat and say …