Discworld drabble.
For lopt, in the sincere hope that I get the characterisation right.
Disclaimer: Pterry owns all. I merely amuse myself (and hopefully friends with it)
Greebo reclined on the stump, his one great yellow eye almost completely closed. The clearing is filled with a sound like that of a distant sawmill converting centuaries-old trees into tabloid or toilet paper but is really only Greebo's purring.
Only the irate flick of his tail reveals his inner rage. His entire tiny cat mind is consumed with only one thought. He is going to get that mouse. (Being a cat and hence putting self-preservation over honour, he does not add 'if it kills me' because that would be tempting fate...and he'd look ridiculous if that happened.)
The rodent in question was sniffing at the dirt in front of the latrine, one round ear pointed at Greebo. Greebo was not amused. He was king of the Ramtops, feared wherever toys (helpfully defined as anything he was willing to eat/rape/throw up) were gathered together. He was not going to be bested by a mere mouse.
A thought seeped slowly into his feline brain as the sun shone down benevolently on him. The decision was reached and he shot off the stump at what must have been an appreciable fraction of light speed. The mouse - being smaller and closer to the latrine - was able to shoot through the chink at the bottom of the door just as Greebo pounced.
Stalemate. They had already done this three times. (Greebo's mangled ear was an interesting new shape which corresponded with the dent in the wooden door) The mouse was already securely tucked in just out of paw-reach inside the privy, laughing in that high-pitched squeak that humans can't hear.
Greebo backs off, tail waving in that smug manner that all cats have when a plan comes together. A random impulse made his muscles start to pull and twist as his morphogenic field flipped from 'cat' to the marginly less interesting 'human'. "Sm-mmmiaaaooow-arrrrt, arrrrrre we?"
The transformation took less than three seconds and Greebo yanked open the door with a feral smile....to meet a black pointy hat with icy blue eyes glaring out from under the brim.
"Oh buggerrrr!"
Ack, hope that was something like what you hoped for, sweety.
Disclaimer: Pterry owns all. I merely amuse myself (and hopefully friends with it)
Greebo reclined on the stump, his one great yellow eye almost completely closed. The clearing is filled with a sound like that of a distant sawmill converting centuaries-old trees into tabloid or toilet paper but is really only Greebo's purring.
Only the irate flick of his tail reveals his inner rage. His entire tiny cat mind is consumed with only one thought. He is going to get that mouse. (Being a cat and hence putting self-preservation over honour, he does not add 'if it kills me' because that would be tempting fate...and he'd look ridiculous if that happened.)
The rodent in question was sniffing at the dirt in front of the latrine, one round ear pointed at Greebo. Greebo was not amused. He was king of the Ramtops, feared wherever toys (helpfully defined as anything he was willing to eat/rape/throw up) were gathered together. He was not going to be bested by a mere mouse.
A thought seeped slowly into his feline brain as the sun shone down benevolently on him. The decision was reached and he shot off the stump at what must have been an appreciable fraction of light speed. The mouse - being smaller and closer to the latrine - was able to shoot through the chink at the bottom of the door just as Greebo pounced.
Stalemate. They had already done this three times. (Greebo's mangled ear was an interesting new shape which corresponded with the dent in the wooden door) The mouse was already securely tucked in just out of paw-reach inside the privy, laughing in that high-pitched squeak that humans can't hear.
Greebo backs off, tail waving in that smug manner that all cats have when a plan comes together. A random impulse made his muscles start to pull and twist as his morphogenic field flipped from 'cat' to the marginly less interesting 'human'. "Sm-mmmiaaaooow-arrrrt, arrrrrre we?"
The transformation took less than three seconds and Greebo yanked open the door with a feral smile....to meet a black pointy hat with icy blue eyes glaring out from under the brim.
"Oh buggerrrr!"
Ack, hope that was something like what you hoped for, sweety.