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fandomtownies2012-11-06 08:46 pm
monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2012-11-06 08:46 pm
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The streets of Fandom, Tuesday evening
If you put your ear to the asphalt, you might be able to hear the rumbling. Pattering. Whatever. Dozens of tiny, tiny legs all running at once.
Before long, you'd see them: dozens of little red elephants and little blue donkeys, each the size of a mouse. Over the rest of the island they were fighting with each other, but here they were stampeding together, their differences forgotten.
The reason for all this bipartisan panic was following right behind, nipping at their heels with his one pointy fang. Sure, he was just playing with them... but he also wasn't. If he caught one -- and he was trying his hardest -- he was going to eat it.
"WOO-HOO!!! DONKEYDONKEYDONKEYDONKEYDONKEY!!!"
Before long, you'd see them: dozens of little red elephants and little blue donkeys, each the size of a mouse. Over the rest of the island they were fighting with each other, but here they were stampeding together, their differences forgotten.
The reason for all this bipartisan panic was following right behind, nipping at their heels with his one pointy fang. Sure, he was just playing with them... but he also wasn't. If he caught one -- and he was trying his hardest -- he was going to eat it.
"WOO-HOO!!! DONKEYDONKEYDONKEYDONKEYDONKEY!!!"