Tuesday, October 04, 2011
The Wabbit gets Dragged In
"Oh look what the ice brought in," squeaked a voice. "Riff raff," squeaked another. "The filters aren't working again," squeaked yet another. The Wabbit looked all around. He hadn't expected to materialise in quite such a disgruntled gathering. "You are the Ice Mice," said the Wabbit directly to the gathering. "You have the advantage of us," squeaked a senior ice mouse. "I am the Wabbit," said the Wabbit. "So what do you want with us humble ice mice, lagomorph?" asked the biggest ice mouse. "Small matter of snow and the lack thereof," said the Wabbit. "We're only doing our job," said an ice mouse. "You are placing our Alpine wabbits in grave difficulties. They cannot ski when they're on the piste," explained the Wabbit. "It's no concern of ours," said an ice mouse. "It is now," said the Wabbit. "We only take spare ice," moaned an ice mouse. "There is no such thing as spare ice," replied the Wabbit and held his paws over his ears as the ice mice squeaked pitifully. "I therefore insist that you leave these clouds with speed. Stand not upon the order of your going, But go at once," said the Wabbit. One of the ice mice jumped forward and put its face directly in the face of the Wabbit. "And what if we don't?" he leered. "Well you've got to ask yourself one question," replied the Wabbit. "What's that?" spat the ice mouse. "Do I feel lucky?" smiled the Wabbit.