Happy Birthday, zarah5!!! (part II)
I did it. I did it.
*laughs*
Can you guess?
Oh, to be the sun
By ghani
Series: The secret life of Teletubbies
Rating: G
Disclaimer: So completely not mine it makes me want to cry. I do not imply anything with this. This is complete fictionary; the Tubbies would never do this, never even think about it. Lies, lies, lies.
Notes: Dear Zarah, I’m going to hell and I intend to take you with me. *mwah*
It was a nice, warm evening in Teletubbie land. The bunnies were happily munching away on the soft green grass, and a light breeze made all the pretty, colourful flowers sway gracefully, just like the were dancing.
The evening sun shone down on a little house, situated in a valley surrounded by softly curving hills. There lived the Teletubbies. Four happy, carefree creatures called Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa and Poo. They spend their days playing, singing, chasing around NooNoo, their cheeky hover; or simply being their bright cheerful self.
Now sun slowly made ready to call it a day, but not before checking in on its favourite little beings. Frankly, the sun was one curious fellow.
So it looked through one of the windows. There they were. They sat around a little table in the living room. But hold on, someone was missing.
Where was Tinky Winky?
The sun frowned, moved around the house a little to check in on the other windows. Finally it found him. Looking inside the sun spotted him standing in the middle of the bedroom all four Tubbies shared.
Tinky Winky stood with his back to the window, but the sun could see his face. Why? you ask. Because Tinky Winky stood in front of a mirror.
Obviously he checked out his reflection. One turn to the left, one turn to the right. A little wiggle with the hips here, a practised smile with fluttering eye-lashes there. Obviously he liked what he saw for he started giggling and squealing with delight. He clasped his little purple hands over his mouth and bounced on his heels. Finally he turned around slightly to grab something from the bed.
The sun quickly hid itself before Tinky Winky could spot it. After not quite a minute it glanced carefully back inside.
Tinky Winky was still in front of the mirror, but the sun couldn’t see what he was doing for he was leaning quite close to his own reflection.
Before it could wonder about it though, the Teletubbie straightened up again. He flattened his palms over his round belly, giggled some more. He was obviously finished with whatever he has been doing.
Then the sun saw Tinky Winky grabbing his shiny red handbag from a shelf. He stuffed something or other inside before he paused for a second to caress the little bag lovingly.
A beam of light catched on the shiny surface of the bag when Tinky Winky finally turned and sashayed out of the room.
The sun was left there, looking stunned at the mirror where a bloodred smooch of Teletubbie lips smiled at him.
End. (or is it?)
I should say 'I'm sorry' now, shouldn't I?
*laughs*
Can you guess?
Oh, to be the sun
By ghani
Series: The secret life of Teletubbies
Rating: G
Disclaimer: So completely not mine it makes me want to cry. I do not imply anything with this. This is complete fictionary; the Tubbies would never do this, never even think about it. Lies, lies, lies.
Notes: Dear Zarah, I’m going to hell and I intend to take you with me. *mwah*
It was a nice, warm evening in Teletubbie land. The bunnies were happily munching away on the soft green grass, and a light breeze made all the pretty, colourful flowers sway gracefully, just like the were dancing.
The evening sun shone down on a little house, situated in a valley surrounded by softly curving hills. There lived the Teletubbies. Four happy, carefree creatures called Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa and Poo. They spend their days playing, singing, chasing around NooNoo, their cheeky hover; or simply being their bright cheerful self.
Now sun slowly made ready to call it a day, but not before checking in on its favourite little beings. Frankly, the sun was one curious fellow.
So it looked through one of the windows. There they were. They sat around a little table in the living room. But hold on, someone was missing.
Where was Tinky Winky?
The sun frowned, moved around the house a little to check in on the other windows. Finally it found him. Looking inside the sun spotted him standing in the middle of the bedroom all four Tubbies shared.
Tinky Winky stood with his back to the window, but the sun could see his face. Why? you ask. Because Tinky Winky stood in front of a mirror.
Obviously he checked out his reflection. One turn to the left, one turn to the right. A little wiggle with the hips here, a practised smile with fluttering eye-lashes there. Obviously he liked what he saw for he started giggling and squealing with delight. He clasped his little purple hands over his mouth and bounced on his heels. Finally he turned around slightly to grab something from the bed.
The sun quickly hid itself before Tinky Winky could spot it. After not quite a minute it glanced carefully back inside.
Tinky Winky was still in front of the mirror, but the sun couldn’t see what he was doing for he was leaning quite close to his own reflection.
Before it could wonder about it though, the Teletubbie straightened up again. He flattened his palms over his round belly, giggled some more. He was obviously finished with whatever he has been doing.
Then the sun saw Tinky Winky grabbing his shiny red handbag from a shelf. He stuffed something or other inside before he paused for a second to caress the little bag lovingly.
A beam of light catched on the shiny surface of the bag when Tinky Winky finally turned and sashayed out of the room.
The sun was left there, looking stunned at the mirror where a bloodred smooch of Teletubbie lips smiled at him.
End. (or is it?)
I should say 'I'm sorry' now, shouldn't I?