J&W ficlet: Random Words - G
Title: Random Words
Author: Bonnie (soul_bonnie)
Fandom: Jeeves and Wooster
Wordcount: 400
Rating: G
Notes: I finally wanted to participate in the weekly drabble challenge on indeedsir, but the boys have a mind of their own. They needed more space, so now it's closer to a ficlet than a drabble... Oh, the prompt was: "5 random words: cat, mountain, pristine, window, bravado."
Disclaimer: I'm far too young and female to be P.G. Wodehouse.
"Look at that, Jeeves," Mr Wooster said excitedly as he came into the kitchen and waved a piece of paper in his hand. "This is fun. Have a crack at this." I hoped it would not be one of those funny horoscopes or pseudo-psychological tests that Mr Wooster was so fond of. I was still trying to recover from last month's “test” in Milady's Boudoir: What animal would you be? (If I were an animal, I would be a cat, apparently. What one is supposed to do with such a piece of information, however, is beyond me.)
“Really, sir?,” I answered with understandable scepticism. “Yes, it's a sort of writing game we were given today in the editorial office. See, you have five random words, in this case cat, mountain, pristine, window and bravado, and you have to make a story out of them!” I made a non-committal noise and added: “A nice exercise, sir.” “Yes, Jeeves, but so bally hard to do.” Mr Wooster gnawed on his lower lip while studying the paper. “I mean, everybody loves a good cat story, but why on earth should it be on a mountain? And where does the window come into all of this?” - “I wouldn't know, sir,” I hastened to say, least he got the idea of making me write a cat story. He fell silent and kept staring at the words, frowning. After two minutes, he ordered tea and left for the sitting room.
I spent a pleasant afternoon polishing the silver - I find it very relaxing - and only when it had gotten so dark outside that I had to switch on the electrical light, it occurred to me that I hadn't heard anything from Mr Wooster all afternoon, which is highly unusual. Slightly concerned, I went into the sitting room and found him asleep on the Chesterfield. Sheets of paper were strewn across the floor, the sitting chair, and Mr Wooster's person, some smooth, some crumpled. One was lying on top of all the others on the table. I could not contain my curiosity and stole a glance. It said:
“I was once on a mountain. It was jolly pristine, but unfortunately, mountains don't have any windows that you can jump through with bravado. For example when you're chased by a fellow named Spode. P.S.: If Jeeves were an animal, he would be a cat.”
Author: Bonnie (soul_bonnie)
Fandom: Jeeves and Wooster
Wordcount: 400
Rating: G
Notes: I finally wanted to participate in the weekly drabble challenge on indeedsir, but the boys have a mind of their own. They needed more space, so now it's closer to a ficlet than a drabble... Oh, the prompt was: "5 random words: cat, mountain, pristine, window, bravado."
Disclaimer: I'm far too young and female to be P.G. Wodehouse.
"Look at that, Jeeves," Mr Wooster said excitedly as he came into the kitchen and waved a piece of paper in his hand. "This is fun. Have a crack at this." I hoped it would not be one of those funny horoscopes or pseudo-psychological tests that Mr Wooster was so fond of. I was still trying to recover from last month's “test” in Milady's Boudoir: What animal would you be? (If I were an animal, I would be a cat, apparently. What one is supposed to do with such a piece of information, however, is beyond me.)
“Really, sir?,” I answered with understandable scepticism. “Yes, it's a sort of writing game we were given today in the editorial office. See, you have five random words, in this case cat, mountain, pristine, window and bravado, and you have to make a story out of them!” I made a non-committal noise and added: “A nice exercise, sir.” “Yes, Jeeves, but so bally hard to do.” Mr Wooster gnawed on his lower lip while studying the paper. “I mean, everybody loves a good cat story, but why on earth should it be on a mountain? And where does the window come into all of this?” - “I wouldn't know, sir,” I hastened to say, least he got the idea of making me write a cat story. He fell silent and kept staring at the words, frowning. After two minutes, he ordered tea and left for the sitting room.
I spent a pleasant afternoon polishing the silver - I find it very relaxing - and only when it had gotten so dark outside that I had to switch on the electrical light, it occurred to me that I hadn't heard anything from Mr Wooster all afternoon, which is highly unusual. Slightly concerned, I went into the sitting room and found him asleep on the Chesterfield. Sheets of paper were strewn across the floor, the sitting chair, and Mr Wooster's person, some smooth, some crumpled. One was lying on top of all the others on the table. I could not contain my curiosity and stole a glance. It said:
“I was once on a mountain. It was jolly pristine, but unfortunately, mountains don't have any windows that you can jump through with bravado. For example when you're chased by a fellow named Spode. P.S.: If Jeeves were an animal, he would be a cat.”