OOM: The Tortoise & the Hare
Leena's Bed & Breakfast, middle of nowhere, South Dakota
Mid-morning. The sun filters into the parlor through the french doors and everything seems warm and bright. Two Warehouse agents sit at the round table, each engaged in their own work. An air of calm study suffuses the room, the kind of feeling that Agent Myka Bering finds particularly peaceful and cozy.
SLAM. With a pound of his palms on the table and a snap of his fingers, Agent Pete Lattimer shatters the silence. Myka knew it was only a matter of time "Done. I win." Pete gets up to do some sort of weird boogie dance.
"It's not a race." Myka returns to her work, hoping, though she knows it's useless, that Pete will take his shallow 'victory' and go dance elsewhere.
"Said the tortoise to the hare." What is he doing with his hands, some sort of... conjuring at her hair?
She concentrates harder on the paper in front of her. "You know in the story the tortoise actually wins?" As Myka will win since she has things on her side like logic and penmanship.
Pete seems unconvinced. "That's a fairy tale. How is a turtle going to beat a rabbit?"
Doesn't he read? Didn't he go to school? "It's not a fairy tale," obviously, since there's no magic in it, "it's a fable. A life lesson. Slow and steady wins the race." And gets extra points for thoroughness and legibility.
"Okay, here's a life lesson. Pete fast, Pete win." Argh. Can't Pete use verbs? Myka lifts her head to issue a truly biting grammar lecture.
Mid-morning. The sun filters into the parlor through the french doors and everything seems warm and bright. Two Warehouse agents sit at the round table, each engaged in their own work. An air of calm study suffuses the room, the kind of feeling that Agent Myka Bering finds particularly peaceful and cozy.
SLAM. With a pound of his palms on the table and a snap of his fingers, Agent Pete Lattimer shatters the silence. Myka knew it was only a matter of time "Done. I win." Pete gets up to do some sort of weird boogie dance.
"It's not a race." Myka returns to her work, hoping, though she knows it's useless, that Pete will take his shallow 'victory' and go dance elsewhere.
"Said the tortoise to the hare." What is he doing with his hands, some sort of... conjuring at her hair?
She concentrates harder on the paper in front of her. "You know in the story the tortoise actually wins?" As Myka will win since she has things on her side like logic and penmanship.
Pete seems unconvinced. "That's a fairy tale. How is a turtle going to beat a rabbit?"
Doesn't he read? Didn't he go to school? "It's not a fairy tale," obviously, since there's no magic in it, "it's a fable. A life lesson. Slow and steady wins the race." And gets extra points for thoroughness and legibility.
"Okay, here's a life lesson. Pete fast, Pete win." Argh. Can't Pete use verbs? Myka lifts her head to issue a truly biting grammar lecture.