Still Boxing Day
Title: ribbet.
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Phoebe and Aodh
Prompt: 'bad puppy', Phoebe, Aodh - non list requests
Word Count: 155
Rating: all ages
Notes: one generally doesn't expect being turned into something to result in laughter.
There was a snap of temper and a flash of light, and the boy who'd been reaching for her most fragile glass was abruptly shorter, thumbless, and remarkably furry.
He sat back on his haunches, considering, then looked up at her.
"Bad puppy," she remarked solemnly.
He blinked at her, then crowed like a rooster and flopped over onto his side, grinning up at her gleefully. It was almost like he was asking her to turn him into something else.
It was incredibly difficult to avoid assigning anthropomorphic tendencies on one's grandchild, who was currently in the form of a laughing dog.
So she turned him into a badger. The laughter didn't stop, and perhaps even got louder.
By the time they'd made it to amphibians, he couldn't do anything but emit ribbeting hiccups of laughter. She picked him up, put him in a pocket of her skirts, and went to make tea, intensely bemused.
’Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Phoebe and Aodh
Prompt: 'bad puppy', Phoebe, Aodh - non list requests
Word Count: 155
Rating: all ages
Notes: one generally doesn't expect being turned into something to result in laughter.
There was a snap of temper and a flash of light, and the boy who'd been reaching for her most fragile glass was abruptly shorter, thumbless, and remarkably furry.
He sat back on his haunches, considering, then looked up at her.
"Bad puppy," she remarked solemnly.
He blinked at her, then crowed like a rooster and flopped over onto his side, grinning up at her gleefully. It was almost like he was asking her to turn him into something else.
It was incredibly difficult to avoid assigning anthropomorphic tendencies on one's grandchild, who was currently in the form of a laughing dog.
So she turned him into a badger. The laughter didn't stop, and perhaps even got louder.
By the time they'd made it to amphibians, he couldn't do anything but emit ribbeting hiccups of laughter. She picked him up, put him in a pocket of her skirts, and went to make tea, intensely bemused.