i am going to do this!
i just need to pick a fandom! or pairing. (table # err, 5, i think, blatantly stolen from here.)
( cut because i realized the table breaks my layout )
( cut because i realized the table breaks my layout )
"C-colonel?" Rookie B tried again, feebly. The blade of grass snapped, finished at the thirteenth hour. Just like they might be.
He sighed. "What is it Little Bo?"
"Err--B-Bob, sir."
"Oh. Right." He had mistakenly used General Baa's embarrassing, if affectionate, nickname for his little brother. Proof that nepotism was alive and well. After all, if you compared the two, you wouldn't be sure which to call the black sheep of the family. "What is it Lieutenant Bob?"
"It's about the wolves, sir." He gulped. "We're officially outnumbered and there are more on the prowl."
"Great, just great." Colonel Aeries spat out the root and reached in his packet for more, before remembering he was out. Bob quickly handed him an unopened packet. At his mild glance, Bob shrank back sheepishly. "A parting gift from my brother--never developed a habit for chewing though."
Colonel Aeries bared his teeth, but took the packet gratefully, tearing into a fresh piece of grass at lightning speed.
"But about the wolves, sir."
"Yes, Private?" he sighed once more, realizing the little lamb wouldn't leave him alone until he said his fill.
"I think I might have a way to get our herd out of here in one piece."
Colonel Aeries whipped his head around in surprise.
"It may be a long shot--but at the rate they're heading over, it might also be our only shot. We're running out of fuel." Bob gulped visibly but stood his ground under Colonel Aeries's fierce gaze. It was almost impressive.
"Bah. What the hell. Let's hear your plan, kid."
*
"If this works--and I'm not saying this crazy plan of yours will--you just might make rank, Private."
"I'll concentrate on staying alive first, sir."
"Attitude must run in the family," Colonel Aeries muttered under his with a laugh. "You sure you want to go first, kid?"
"I'm sure."
"All right. Is everyone ready? It's do or die! Count off!"
"One!" Bob screamed before jumping out of the plane and pulling his shoot.
*
"Each and every one of them sound asleep," Colonel Aeries muttered to himself later, safely on the ground and not torn to fluffy bits and pieces. "Son of a ewe."
"Colonel, all the wolves have been captured and tied up," Bob called, galloping up to him excitedly.
"Good work--Sergeant Bob."
Colonel Aeries could've sworn the grin that lit up Bob's face was an exact clone of his older brother's.
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...uhhhh. i guess i like puns.
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i thought it couldn't get better, and then this: "Son of a ewe." and it did. and it is. and i do. not. have. words for this. i don't.
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:D :D :D also that line may be my favorite pun of the entire thing.
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also i should add i stole inspiration from artemis fowl, which i've finally just finished the first book of despite having had it for years.
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