Wednesday, March 06, 2013

The Wabbit and the Bullet Proof Coat

It took until lunchtime for Wabsworth and the Wabbit to ferry all the golden wabbits to a carefully selected destination. "These are the last," said Wabsworth with relief. "Now we just have to move them across the hopway to the Big Open Shed," said the Wabbit. "We’ll be finished by evening." "And then?" asked Wabsworth - although being an exact copy of the Wabbit, he already knew. "We wait," said the Wabbit and he pushed his Makarov into his fur. "I do like that coat," said Wabsworth. "Is that a special issue?" "It’s bullet proof," said the Wabbit. "Could you requisition one for me?" Wabsworth hummed with excitement. "You’re an android and have no need of one," smiled the Wabbit, "and besides, they’re a little hot!" "Just the logos perhaps?" said Wabsworth. "Radio it in," said the Wabbit. "Code 007392, Dinosaur Fund." "Right away Commander." grinned Wabsworth. The Wabbit shifted uneasily and glanced from right to left. "See any trouble?" asked Wabsworth. "Not yet," said the Wabbit and he dug out his automatic and looked at it. He switched the safety catch and switched it back, then back again. A silence fell, only to be broken by a crackle from the radio. "Logos on the way, Commander. " Wabsworth smiled. He looked over at the Wabbit, then into the distance. "Will they go for it?" "Oh yes," muttered the Wabbit. "They most certainly will." He shook his head. "But which particular they?"