Double Drabble: Problem Solving
Title: Problem Solving
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Nosy, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 653: Impossible at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Nosy proves how clever it is.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Nosy was happily building a tower with its blocks. At first construction went perfectly, layer after layer rising from the concrete floor in an impressive display of dexterity for a creature lacking hands, but the taller the tower grew, the more difficult it became for the Fluff to reach. No matter how hard it tried, Nosy couldn’t raise more than the front three feet of its long body off the ground. Building anything over two-and-a-half feet tall was impossible.
Slumping back only the cold concrete, Nosy huffed a sigh; beaten again. It still had half its blocks left and had wanted to build the tallest tower possible, but its body had let it down.
For hours it studied the problem from every angle before painstakingly moving its tower block-by-block to a different location, and building to the same height as before. Now for the tricky bit…
Coming up from the archives, Ianto paused to watch.
“Looks like you’ve finally found a way around your problem.”
“Humm,” Nosy agreed indistinctly, thanks to the block in its mouth. Setting it in place, it reached for another.
What a difference a change of perspective made, it thought, dangling upside down from the catwalk.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Nosy, Ianto.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 653: Impossible at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Nosy proves how clever it is.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Nosy was happily building a tower with its blocks. At first construction went perfectly, layer after layer rising from the concrete floor in an impressive display of dexterity for a creature lacking hands, but the taller the tower grew, the more difficult it became for the Fluff to reach. No matter how hard it tried, Nosy couldn’t raise more than the front three feet of its long body off the ground. Building anything over two-and-a-half feet tall was impossible.
Slumping back only the cold concrete, Nosy huffed a sigh; beaten again. It still had half its blocks left and had wanted to build the tallest tower possible, but its body had let it down.
For hours it studied the problem from every angle before painstakingly moving its tower block-by-block to a different location, and building to the same height as before. Now for the tricky bit…
Coming up from the archives, Ianto paused to watch.
“Looks like you’ve finally found a way around your problem.”
“Humm,” Nosy agreed indistinctly, thanks to the block in its mouth. Setting it in place, it reached for another.
What a difference a change of perspective made, it thought, dangling upside down from the catwalk.
The End