Ferrety Wrath
Author's note: I'm sure I will need at least two paragraphs between the previous installment and this one
Alter surveyed the pool for that one special minnow; one that could be given a chomp and a gulp. The one that could fill Alter’s belly with minimal effort. She zeroed in on a flash of silver, and slipped into the water, not realizing that someone else in the pool was hungry too. Alter was just about to make her jaws go snap, when all of a sudden a hand reached out and encircled the minnow. Loosely translated into English, Alter’s thoughts went something like: “wrong. Mine! KILL!!!!!” Above water, Keeper was risking great wrath from the Evil Ferret Overlord by chuckling at the small ferret’s predicament. The hand was rising out of the water. Alter knew the minnow had to be there instead of in her belly where it belonged. Ferrety Wrath had been incurred. Alter latched onto the arm, and held on as it was lifted higher. As soon as her nose cleared the surface, she lunged for the chest attached to the arm, tail bottle-brushed and hissing maniacally. Synapses in Maureen’s hybridized brain began to fire. Part of that brain had, of course, once belonged to a duck. That duck happened to have memories of being a very small duck puppy; so small, in fact, that it would have been the perfect snack for a hungry ferret of the size of the one currently clinging to her swimming attire. Another part of that brain belonged to a dancer who had recently been on the receiving end of some ferrety wrath, which had culminated in her current predicament. Loosely translated into English, her thoughts went something like: “Eeeeek! Panic!” Maureen leapt vertically out of the water, flailing and squawking. She kicked and splashed madly towards the far edge of the pool. The minnow took the opportunity to wriggle free from Maureen’s grasp. It propelled itself back into the water, and Alter immediately resumed her pursuit. With a final, mighty lunge and a fierce chomp of her jaws, the minnow arrived at is final resting place in the ferret’s belly. It had no more thoughts to translate loosely into English. Alter returned to the edge of the pool and climbed onto the overlord’s outstretched hand.
Alter surveyed the pool for that one special minnow; one that could be given a chomp and a gulp. The one that could fill Alter’s belly with minimal effort. She zeroed in on a flash of silver, and slipped into the water, not realizing that someone else in the pool was hungry too. Alter was just about to make her jaws go snap, when all of a sudden a hand reached out and encircled the minnow. Loosely translated into English, Alter’s thoughts went something like: “wrong. Mine! KILL!!!!!” Above water, Keeper was risking great wrath from the Evil Ferret Overlord by chuckling at the small ferret’s predicament. The hand was rising out of the water. Alter knew the minnow had to be there instead of in her belly where it belonged. Ferrety Wrath had been incurred. Alter latched onto the arm, and held on as it was lifted higher. As soon as her nose cleared the surface, she lunged for the chest attached to the arm, tail bottle-brushed and hissing maniacally. Synapses in Maureen’s hybridized brain began to fire. Part of that brain had, of course, once belonged to a duck. That duck happened to have memories of being a very small duck puppy; so small, in fact, that it would have been the perfect snack for a hungry ferret of the size of the one currently clinging to her swimming attire. Another part of that brain belonged to a dancer who had recently been on the receiving end of some ferrety wrath, which had culminated in her current predicament. Loosely translated into English, her thoughts went something like: “Eeeeek! Panic!” Maureen leapt vertically out of the water, flailing and squawking. She kicked and splashed madly towards the far edge of the pool. The minnow took the opportunity to wriggle free from Maureen’s grasp. It propelled itself back into the water, and Alter immediately resumed her pursuit. With a final, mighty lunge and a fierce chomp of her jaws, the minnow arrived at is final resting place in the ferret’s belly. It had no more thoughts to translate loosely into English. Alter returned to the edge of the pool and climbed onto the overlord’s outstretched hand.