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 Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 5:45 pm
 She was a spoiled, high and mighty, lop-earred thing. Full of herself, oppinionated, and all-imortant, and there she was, walking along the river-side, strutting on legs meant for hopping, and little nose pointed up at the sky.
She might not have know where she was headed, but at least she made it look like she did! It just so happened that that day happened to be a bright, clear, and particularly warm Autumn day, and said lop was basking that warmth before mean old jack-frost turned everything cold, and noone bothered her when she was basking! Oh no! that brought out the 'mean' side in the perfectly polite(dear me, lightening please don't hit!) lady! However, beings unknown and unseen had another plan,...
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:19 pm
 He had spent a little while on it, but as per usual, he expected it to be worth it. A technician of sorts at heart, Trix had made an arrangement that would make basket-weavers everywhere envious. With reeds tied so tight together, a container had been made and filled with a good amount of river water and hoisted later over the branch of a tree that reached over the path following alongside that watery runway. It was going to get cold soon, he knew, but for now it was hot. Hot would raise body temperature, and the river water was freezing at this time of year. Needless to say, one would get quite a shock if they were to jump in now. Or if you were splashed with it.
The basket had one key reed that held everything together. It was tied to more reeds that trailed down the back of the tree trunk like an inconspicuous vine and finally was kept in place beneath one pink and yellow paw. In the shade, Trix was waiting and watching. Most of the time, he enjoyed the scenery of the mountain upon which he had grown up, and he was placid now to sit in it.
Long, furry ears twitched as he thought he heard something coming farther down the river. His little nose wiggled quietly as he attempted to catch a scent, and his odd pink eyes dared to peek around the trunk to see. Well! Wasn't SHE something? Trix had yet to see another lop like himself, but he could say that compared to him she was doing well. Her fur was a nice combination of sunset colors, and much more well groomed than his dirt-speckled, bark-riddled pelt. Not that he didn't wash himself, mind, he just got dirty a lot more often. This female was good looking and she certainly seemed to know it. She was just his type.
The type that was perfect for one of his pranks, that was.
Casually picking the connection of reeds in his teeth, he waited, eyes sparkling with almost predatory pleasure. When she was almost in place, he yanked it, keeping quiet as there was a soft tearing sound from the tree. Then, with little delay, there was a torrent of water falling from the sky, heading right for the unsuspecting Morning Glow that had so wanted to be warm this day.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:28 pm
Glow's ears twitched at the sound of something 'tearing', and as she stopped to look up--
SPLASH!
"UGH!" The pastel lop shook hear head to get her long banges out of her eyes. "WHO. DID. THIS!?" She demanded, looking around furiously.
Who in thier right mind would dare pull such a trick on such a sweet, unsispecting little thing such as she? Her purple eyes darted about, till they landed on another lop. Now there was a supprise. He was blotched with color, and so dirty!
"YOU! You did this didn't you! You dispicable,..URH!" She stamped the ground in furry, as the slight breeze caused her to shiver. "YOU. will. PAY!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 6:45 pm
Oh god. Oh great spirits! He'd never really understood the expression 'exploding with laughter' before, but now he was almost sure he might. His teeth were clenched tight and his lips were pinched- he was making the most absurd face with his cheeks puffed out like they were, swelled with air. His furry body trembled slightly with barely-contained laughter. Oh, an angry reaction! Those were the best.
When her eyes met his, he let it out, laughing heartily at her loud threats and her offended posture and smacking the ground a few times with a forepaw. He got to his feet, still laughing, tears threatening his eyes until he faded into snickering and shook his head. Oh! Oh! Too good.
"An' wot if oi did, eh? You should pay a li'l more attention where yer goin'!" He told her boldly, grinning mischievously while his tails wagged just barely. "Pay? PAY? Pay in wot? I think you should be payin' me for the bath." He was teasing her, obviously, taunting her anger a little more. It was fun when they were fiery, being a rough-and-tumble character himself. The punkish rabbit tilted his head a bit.
"Well, miss, yer gonna have to catch me first. Not like a girl loik you could do much anyway, eh?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 7:14 pm
"NO ONE drops water on ME!" She exclaimed. "Look what you've done to my furr! Though I have to say, Even wet I still look better than you! What happened? You crawl out of the burrow and got thrown up on by color? Oh, don't tell me! After that you got hit by the ugnly tree!" She snapped, sitting down and starting to groom her poor, poor furr.
How dare this simpletan mess up her beautiful furr! And now he was insulting her by making sexist comments?
"I'm not listening to your lame comments! What makes you think I'd chase you! You'll get what's coming to you! Just you wait!"
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 7:26 pm
"You've got a nasty case o' denial, Princess." Trix smirked, padding out from beneath his tree, but not getting too close lest she strike out at him. He looked somewhat gruff at her insults at him, his chest fur furling up a bit. "Comes wi' tha territory. You can't work and keep clean a' tha same toim! Not that yew'd probably know about tha. Ya got wot was comin' to ya."
Plucking off a piece of bark, he flicked it at her. "Ohhhh, it's that now? Oi don't care one way or the other if you chase me or not, but yer not gonna make me pay for anything sitting on your soggy arse. Sticks an' stones, missy, sticks an' stones. Admit it- I got you good."
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