oops chinchillas or How Janie created a time loop
Sixteen year old Janie was on a mission to recover- okay, to obtain some kitchen supplies. What was important though, is that she was on her own. Freedom was rare lately, and she barely even had a chance to talk to her Momma (Aunt Sara). Her real Mom was always there, giving her beauty tips and teaching her to steal. Sometimes she wanted nothing more than to go back to one of the boarding schools...
A guy on a street corner interrupted her thoughts.
"Hi there, I'm Artie Mills. Do you want a pet, young lady?"
"I'm not allowed. Sorry."
"Look at his face! He's a chinchilla. They're small and clean."
"Um. My Grandmother would never allow it."
"Take a look at one, hold it."
"Why are you selling theses here of all places?"
"Big shipment this week. It's selling them, or they'll become a coat."
"That's animal cruelty!" exclaimed the teenager. She handed over her money and took the furry rodent from the man. Instead of protesting, he offered her another.
"Two for one special. Want any more of them? I've got hundreds."
Before it was all over, she had half a dozen of the furry pets. She was unable to walk far with them, and found herself bouncing into a strange apartment.
"Ori is going to kill me. I spent the money and got zero supp-" She never got to finish that phrase, as she bounced away once more just as she set the last pet down.
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Lynn walked into her room, and realized it was full of furry creatures. She'd been gone for a little while, okay, quite a while. Weeks even... but where had they come from.
She moved in and out of her Mom's on a regular basis, depending on her moods. Today was a move in day, and her room was filled with chinchillas and she was sure some of her things had been destroyed by them.
"Hello?"
"mom?" asked Lynn, in a tiny voice
"Sweetie? What's wrong?"
"My room is filled with chinchillas" she said, quietly and evenly "They multiply when I try to get rid of them."
"...How?"
"Mom, help!"
"Have you tried giving them away?"
"No."
"Try that. Why didn't you call your Dad?"
"Because you... won't ask questions."
"Call me if you have trouble... I'm working."
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Do you want a chinchilla?"
"No"
Lynn panicked when Janie hung up. She called every friend that she could, before finding one that sometimes sold pets. He took many of them, leaving Lynn with a few more to get rid of.
"I got rid of them Mom." she said "I gave them to a guy who said he could sell them."
"What guy?" asked Janie
"Artie Mills." Lynn said, right before Janie hung up.
A guy on a street corner interrupted her thoughts.
"Hi there, I'm Artie Mills. Do you want a pet, young lady?"
"I'm not allowed. Sorry."
"Look at his face! He's a chinchilla. They're small and clean."
"Um. My Grandmother would never allow it."
"Take a look at one, hold it."
"Why are you selling theses here of all places?"
"Big shipment this week. It's selling them, or they'll become a coat."
"That's animal cruelty!" exclaimed the teenager. She handed over her money and took the furry rodent from the man. Instead of protesting, he offered her another.
"Two for one special. Want any more of them? I've got hundreds."
Before it was all over, she had half a dozen of the furry pets. She was unable to walk far with them, and found herself bouncing into a strange apartment.
"Ori is going to kill me. I spent the money and got zero supp-" She never got to finish that phrase, as she bounced away once more just as she set the last pet down.
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Lynn walked into her room, and realized it was full of furry creatures. She'd been gone for a little while, okay, quite a while. Weeks even... but where had they come from.
She moved in and out of her Mom's on a regular basis, depending on her moods. Today was a move in day, and her room was filled with chinchillas and she was sure some of her things had been destroyed by them.
"Hello?"
"mom?" asked Lynn, in a tiny voice
"Sweetie? What's wrong?"
"My room is filled with chinchillas" she said, quietly and evenly "They multiply when I try to get rid of them."
"...How?"
"Mom, help!"
"Have you tried giving them away?"
"No."
"Try that. Why didn't you call your Dad?"
"Because you... won't ask questions."
"Call me if you have trouble... I'm working."
"Mom?"
"Yes?"
"Do you want a chinchilla?"
"No"
Lynn panicked when Janie hung up. She called every friend that she could, before finding one that sometimes sold pets. He took many of them, leaving Lynn with a few more to get rid of.
"I got rid of them Mom." she said "I gave them to a guy who said he could sell them."
"What guy?" asked Janie
"Artie Mills." Lynn said, right before Janie hung up.