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kh_drabbleChallenge: 118. misery loves company
Title: The First Box
Word Count: 562
Rating: G
Notes: I've quite honestly wanted to write this for forever. Besides, this is the ultimate love story. Why don’t more people write about them? Oh, yeah. Because they’re a pain in the neck to hunt down.
It was all that woman’s fault.
She’d taken their darlings away from them, and even though they looked and looked they couldn’t find them anywhere. They had run for miles, searching and calling right along with the others who were doing their best to get the message along. Our babies are missing! they yelped and howled.
They kept going even when the other voices faded away with the twilight. They had been so close! And they didn’t know where to stop. Everything was getting dark. Sometimes they thought of their pets, back home, and wondered how they were getting along in all the gloom. Were they being walked enough? Were they eating properly?
But they couldn’t go back. Not without their own dear ones, not until they were found and safe and warm and bathed again. And they had almost passed right by them, only glancing at the yard full of shipping crates, when they’d seen a little black tail hanging out of one and that cruel person loading them into a truck. Her fur was dirtier than they’d ever seen it before.
And then that woman had appeared and she’d smelled all wrong. She made all the darkness break into pieces, little crawling ones that oozed all over the cruel woman’s furs. They had run to the boxes, snarling at the dark, and tried to open them, whining.
Mother! cried a little voice from inside.
They didn’t like to think about that, much.
The new place had a place for them to stay, and keep nice. They tidied up the pillows on the sofa for their new pet to use, and found nice spots for themselves on the floor. It didn’t seem right to use sofas and beds when their poor darlings only had boxes and dusty old rooms.
Sometimes they found things outside, bits that smelled like they’d been too long in the dark, or chewy pieces that tasted terrible. They kept these inside, and thought that they might be a good present for their pet, once they went home.
The new pet did his best to keep them from being lonely. He was so like their old pets, sometimes, in the way that he would pretend he understood what they said. We want to find our puppies, they told him, that woman took them away from us, and he’d pet them and nod.
One day he came in with a boy, carrying a box like the ones they’d seen before. “I think this is yours,” he said. There were six puppies asleep inside, but they weren’t theirs. They were someone else’s babies. Someone else had lost them, and their darlings were lost, and maybe someone else had theirs...
But the poor thing had tried so hard to help them, and so they wagged their tails and gave him one of the horrible chewy things. He was only a pet, after all, and so it was unfair to think that he would understand. And these were only babies, after all, and it wasn’t their fault that they weren’t the right ones.
Mother? said one of the puppies, sleepily, starting to wake up.
They looked at each other, mournfully. What to do with them?
Shh, darling, said Mother. Go back to sleep.
But I’m scared of the dark, the puppy whimpered.
Listen to your mother, said Father. Everything will be fine.
Title: The First Box
Word Count: 562
Rating: G
Notes: I've quite honestly wanted to write this for forever. Besides, this is the ultimate love story. Why don’t more people write about them? Oh, yeah. Because they’re a pain in the neck to hunt down.
It was all that woman’s fault.
She’d taken their darlings away from them, and even though they looked and looked they couldn’t find them anywhere. They had run for miles, searching and calling right along with the others who were doing their best to get the message along. Our babies are missing! they yelped and howled.
They kept going even when the other voices faded away with the twilight. They had been so close! And they didn’t know where to stop. Everything was getting dark. Sometimes they thought of their pets, back home, and wondered how they were getting along in all the gloom. Were they being walked enough? Were they eating properly?
But they couldn’t go back. Not without their own dear ones, not until they were found and safe and warm and bathed again. And they had almost passed right by them, only glancing at the yard full of shipping crates, when they’d seen a little black tail hanging out of one and that cruel person loading them into a truck. Her fur was dirtier than they’d ever seen it before.
And then that woman had appeared and she’d smelled all wrong. She made all the darkness break into pieces, little crawling ones that oozed all over the cruel woman’s furs. They had run to the boxes, snarling at the dark, and tried to open them, whining.
Mother! cried a little voice from inside.
They didn’t like to think about that, much.
The new place had a place for them to stay, and keep nice. They tidied up the pillows on the sofa for their new pet to use, and found nice spots for themselves on the floor. It didn’t seem right to use sofas and beds when their poor darlings only had boxes and dusty old rooms.
Sometimes they found things outside, bits that smelled like they’d been too long in the dark, or chewy pieces that tasted terrible. They kept these inside, and thought that they might be a good present for their pet, once they went home.
The new pet did his best to keep them from being lonely. He was so like their old pets, sometimes, in the way that he would pretend he understood what they said. We want to find our puppies, they told him, that woman took them away from us, and he’d pet them and nod.
One day he came in with a boy, carrying a box like the ones they’d seen before. “I think this is yours,” he said. There were six puppies asleep inside, but they weren’t theirs. They were someone else’s babies. Someone else had lost them, and their darlings were lost, and maybe someone else had theirs...
But the poor thing had tried so hard to help them, and so they wagged their tails and gave him one of the horrible chewy things. He was only a pet, after all, and so it was unfair to think that he would understand. And these were only babies, after all, and it wasn’t their fault that they weren’t the right ones.
Mother? said one of the puppies, sleepily, starting to wake up.
They looked at each other, mournfully. What to do with them?
Shh, darling, said Mother. Go back to sleep.
But I’m scared of the dark, the puppy whimpered.
Listen to your mother, said Father. Everything will be fine.
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