Your Hat. MY Snack - Story
“Where did you get that hat?” snorted Belatrix, the Clydesdale unicorn, as Jack, the parakeet/calico gryphon, got out of the car and reached into the back seat, pulling out a ragged straw hat and putting it on his head.
“Oh this? Picked it up at a garage sale.” Jack chirped, “Got it for 50 cents.”
“It certainly looks like it.” Belatrix replied, “Why on earth would you wear an ugly old hat like that?”
“I figure it would help me fit in when we're here at the farmers market.” Jack shrugged as he came around the car.
“We're both mechanics, you could have just worn some old jeans and shirt, then fit in without that gimmick.” Belatrix pointed out.
“Eh, this adds character,” Shrugged jack as he walked past Belatrix towards the market.
As Jack walked past Belatrix, he felt her reach into his pants pocket and heard the jingle of two quarters being dropped into his pocket. “What is that for?” he asked. Before he had finished, he heard a loud “CRUNCH” and the top of his head felt cooler.
As he turned towards Belatrix, he saw her standing there, arms folded, with a smug look on her face. She had a large chunk of his hat torn off and in her mouth, chewing slowly. “HEY!!!” Jack chirped loudly, “That was my hat!.”
“It WAS your hat,” said Belatrix with a mouthful of straw hat, “Now it's MY snack, and a darn tasty one too.”
Jack took off what was left of his hat and tossed it onto Belatrix's head, then stomped off in a huff towards the market. Belatrix made short work of the rest of the hat, then licked her lips and teeth clean. She had no idea that old hats like that could be so tasty, she would have to keep an eye out for them at garage sales. As for Jack, he wouldn't stay mad for long. It was an ugly hat and nobody at the market wore stuff like that. He'll see that and quietly forgive her. If not, she'll lick his head clean for any stray traces of hat. Her little catburd loved his tongue baths. Belatrix grinned happily as she clopped towards the market.
Art done by
Flinters furing a stream on https://www.tigerdile.com . Story by me.
“Oh this? Picked it up at a garage sale.” Jack chirped, “Got it for 50 cents.”
“It certainly looks like it.” Belatrix replied, “Why on earth would you wear an ugly old hat like that?”
“I figure it would help me fit in when we're here at the farmers market.” Jack shrugged as he came around the car.
“We're both mechanics, you could have just worn some old jeans and shirt, then fit in without that gimmick.” Belatrix pointed out.
“Eh, this adds character,” Shrugged jack as he walked past Belatrix towards the market.
As Jack walked past Belatrix, he felt her reach into his pants pocket and heard the jingle of two quarters being dropped into his pocket. “What is that for?” he asked. Before he had finished, he heard a loud “CRUNCH” and the top of his head felt cooler.
As he turned towards Belatrix, he saw her standing there, arms folded, with a smug look on her face. She had a large chunk of his hat torn off and in her mouth, chewing slowly. “HEY!!!” Jack chirped loudly, “That was my hat!.”
“It WAS your hat,” said Belatrix with a mouthful of straw hat, “Now it's MY snack, and a darn tasty one too.”
Jack took off what was left of his hat and tossed it onto Belatrix's head, then stomped off in a huff towards the market. Belatrix made short work of the rest of the hat, then licked her lips and teeth clean. She had no idea that old hats like that could be so tasty, she would have to keep an eye out for them at garage sales. As for Jack, he wouldn't stay mad for long. It was an ugly hat and nobody at the market wore stuff like that. He'll see that and quietly forgive her. If not, she'll lick his head clean for any stray traces of hat. Her little catburd loved his tongue baths. Belatrix grinned happily as she clopped towards the market.
Art done by
Flinters furing a stream on https://www.tigerdile.com . Story by me.
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