Again with the In-A With-A While-A challenges!
In-a tent, With-a scientist, While-a exotic animal "investigates"
Crooky
Clara was a scientist. More to the point, she was a Mad Scientist. In her mind it was very important to make that distinction, otherwise people might think she mucked around with beakers of boring things like hydrochloric acid all day.
No, Clara Smith was not your average scientist! She scorned the typical trappings of the scientist and the mad scientist alike! No high-tech laboratory for her! (Mum said it was too expensive). Instead, she worked out of a tent! And it was a perfectly good tent, too, with only a few leaks. And yes, mosquitoes got in through the netting, but that was all right. They fed her frogs.
"So, Ellie," Clara said to her best friend, sweeping one hand around the tent, and almost knocking over a support pole. "What do you think?"
Elysabet Wajivec (who had a far cooler name than Clara, to Clara's dismay) wrinkled her perfect Grecian nose in disgust. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the creature currently snuffling in one corner of the tent.
"That's my Greatest Creation! It's half cat, half something that looks like a cat, but isn't! His name is Crooky."
"He looks like a very small tiger."
"He's not a cat at all! He's an Exotic Animal! Show him some respect."
"Someone ran over his face with a truck, that's what I think," Ellie added, ignoring Clara's theatrics. She was well used to her friend's inability to be sensible about anything. She watched with mild interest as the cat-thing finished investigating the corner, and stalked over to the pair. His legs were bowed, and he has a distinctly squashed, accordion like appearance. "Where did you find him?"
"I DIDN'T! I made him!"
"Clara...Mama says I'm not allowed to play with you anymore if you don't learn the difference between fact and fiction," Ellie warned.
The plump brunette deflated, all the grandeur disappearing. It left in its place a rather morose eight-year-old girl, who just wanted the world to be exciting and magical. "He was our next door neighbour's. But her family moved, and she said I could have him," she said grumpily. "At least until she got back. But she hasn't, so maybe I can keep him."
"Yeah, probably. Who'd want a cat that looked like a rhino sat on it? Anyway, I'm bored, let's go play Barbies."
"FINE."
End
Crooky
Clara was a scientist. More to the point, she was a Mad Scientist. In her mind it was very important to make that distinction, otherwise people might think she mucked around with beakers of boring things like hydrochloric acid all day.
No, Clara Smith was not your average scientist! She scorned the typical trappings of the scientist and the mad scientist alike! No high-tech laboratory for her! (Mum said it was too expensive). Instead, she worked out of a tent! And it was a perfectly good tent, too, with only a few leaks. And yes, mosquitoes got in through the netting, but that was all right. They fed her frogs.
"So, Ellie," Clara said to her best friend, sweeping one hand around the tent, and almost knocking over a support pole. "What do you think?"
Elysabet Wajivec (who had a far cooler name than Clara, to Clara's dismay) wrinkled her perfect Grecian nose in disgust. "What's that?" she asked, pointing to the creature currently snuffling in one corner of the tent.
"That's my Greatest Creation! It's half cat, half something that looks like a cat, but isn't! His name is Crooky."
"He looks like a very small tiger."
"He's not a cat at all! He's an Exotic Animal! Show him some respect."
"Someone ran over his face with a truck, that's what I think," Ellie added, ignoring Clara's theatrics. She was well used to her friend's inability to be sensible about anything. She watched with mild interest as the cat-thing finished investigating the corner, and stalked over to the pair. His legs were bowed, and he has a distinctly squashed, accordion like appearance. "Where did you find him?"
"I DIDN'T! I made him!"
"Clara...Mama says I'm not allowed to play with you anymore if you don't learn the difference between fact and fiction," Ellie warned.
The plump brunette deflated, all the grandeur disappearing. It left in its place a rather morose eight-year-old girl, who just wanted the world to be exciting and magical. "He was our next door neighbour's. But her family moved, and she said I could have him," she said grumpily. "At least until she got back. But she hasn't, so maybe I can keep him."
"Yeah, probably. Who'd want a cat that looked like a rhino sat on it? Anyway, I'm bored, let's go play Barbies."
"FINE."
End