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 Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 9:13 pm
Er...or something like that.. XD
You know, it was quite boring being stuck in a box all of the time. Very boring indeed. Always dark...not that it was minded, or course. Dark was good. But with no other sounds besides the wind, and those very annoying birds around, it got dull fast.
Speaking of birds.. the red box was currently nicely positioned beneath a tree. A tree that was filled with very noisy, chattery, chirpy birds. And they wouldn't shut up. But, unfortunately all said box could do was wiggle, and hop a bit. And that didn't shut them up.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 11:06 pm
Lugia strutted down the path to a patch of field with a couple of trees, looking up at the sky to see the clouds. She was trying to place what some of them may look like when her feet ran into something causing her to stop. A little startled she looked down and stepped back to see what she had bumped into and noticed a rather large red box laying on the ground. Her curiosity growing ever more she lowered her head and began sniffing it, making sure every scent had been taken in. Raising her paw she began to poke and nudge it, rocking it about with an attempt to figure out what was inside and how heavy it might be. Not wanting to break anything inside if it were fragile she didn't shove it too hard but just enough to keep her mind satisfied.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 11:25 pm
The box wiggles at being bumped into, a faint muffled growl being slightly audible from inside. It hops back into the tree at being poked, wiggling again. Who in their right mind would shove his box around? Giving another wiggle, the box hops again away from the direction that the poking came from.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 11:34 pm
 Jumping back at the sudden movement of the box, Lugia tilted her head with confusion. Trying to study the box she stepped forward towards it cautiously for a normal box doesn't jump around. Sniffing the air more, thinking she may have missed a smell or something she raised her paw and slowly dug her claw into the corner of it. Pulling slightly she began to tip the box over onto it's side so she could possibly see inside it better.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 11:44 pm
Just when it seemed safe, something started tipping his box over. The box starts wiggling more, bouncing a bit to right itself and not fall over. This wasn't fair! When he got out of there he'd teach that...bully not to mess with people's boxes like that, yeah. Too bad it wasn't any time soon. The box gives another wiggle in protest, to try and get whatever was tipping it over to let go.
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Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2007 11:52 pm
Pulling in her claws she let go of the box and watched it flop back into place. She continued to study it for a few more minutes, watching it bounce around and adjust itself before trying something else. Standing up she took a couple steps back and started walking around it, examining the red and black as she circled it. Wondering what to do now she stopped and thought to herself before lowering herself down to the ground, her butt still in the air. Swaying her tail from side to side with malicious intent she sized up the box and got ready to pounce it once the moving stops.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 12:04 am
The box keeps wiggling for a little while, its contents shifting and moving in circles to try and guess where this 'attacker' was coming from. When it seemed the coast was clear, finally.. the movement settles down. The box stills, and its small inhabitant tries at getting a nap in now that the birds had shut up too.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 12:59 am
Lugia continued to watch the now silent box cautiously, making sure not to move and startle it. Sure that sounds weird but this was just a box, they shouldn't be moving! Putting her ears down against her neck the raised her bum in the air more and wiggled it side to side with the intent to pounce, waiting for the opportune moment where she can strike.
Leaping into the air she wrapped her paws around the box, landing half on top of it and standing on the ground with her hind legs. Getting a grip of the now frantic cardboard red beastie thing she stuck her claw in the top and got herself ready to open it up and see what was inside playing games on her. Raising her ears up from her neck she listened closely to the inside of it, trying to see if she could hear if something was making the box move. Holding her stance with her paw and claws ready to open it she waited for it to do something, wondering what it would do next.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2007 1:22 am
Almost success. The nap was so close, then the attack. The box bounces, wiggling wildly to get away from the mysterious attacker. A faint yowl, and growling seeps out of the flap, and the wiggling continues. No! They were supposed to be gone, it was safe!
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