Mr. Fox and Rabbit – Part 7
Rabbit cocked and swiveled a gigantic, flappy ear, analyzing the sounds. “She sounds a touch frantic.”
Mr. Fox sounded apologetic. “Well, she is used to him coming over, hooking up, doing a playlist, falling asleep, withdrawing, and leaving.”
The sounds built to a glorious crescendo and started to fade again. Rabbit repeated the procedure, taking his time with the plug, looking for a good crack in the wood.
Dr. Bear steadied himself against the quaking wall. “Rabbit… The tree is shaking.”
Mr. Fox playfully shook his finger in Rabbit’s face. “Uhm… Stop teasing the tree, Rabbit.”
“Okay, okay… God. You can’t even tease a tree anymore.”
“Oy…”
“That made no sense, Perfectly.”
“Oy…?”
“Oy.”
“Oy…”
Silence soaked the interior of the frustrated tree. After a few minutes Dr. Bear was able to speak. “Why were we all quiet?”
“Not really sure.”
“It was the tree, I think.”
“Huh?”
Mr. Fox began with the pedantic air of a dried up lecturer at a community college. “Well… What happens when a woman is turned on?”
Rabbit’s ears wrapped themselves around one another, to aid in concentration. He furrowed his bushy eyebrows. “Silence soaked the interior of the frustrated tree…?”
Impressed, Perfectly Frank patted Mr. Fox’s shoulder. He tried to high-five Rabbit, but the small shrew ignored his feeble buddyism. The Aussie catnip dealer missed his target and fell face down unto a dubious looking, ashen stain on the floor. He sniffed it – it smelled like charcoal dipped in honey.
Rabbit summarized. “Let me get this straight… When the Tree gets horny… she is soaked in silence?”
“Oy!”
Mr. Fox nodded with genuine pleasure. “Makes perfect sense to me.”
“You came out of Dr. Bear’s ass, Mr. Fox.”
“Is that my origin myth?”
“Helluvan origin myth.” Rabbit suckled on the bottle of vodka. “Got anymore catnip?”
“Noy.”
“You know… That is a touch forced.”
“Oy.”
“Philippine chicks are really hot.”
“They can be, they can be. I suppose they are Philippinas.”
“That sounds vaguely dirty.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“Who is speaking?”
“Not really sure.”
Mr. Fox sounded apologetic. “Well, she is used to him coming over, hooking up, doing a playlist, falling asleep, withdrawing, and leaving.”
The sounds built to a glorious crescendo and started to fade again. Rabbit repeated the procedure, taking his time with the plug, looking for a good crack in the wood.
Dr. Bear steadied himself against the quaking wall. “Rabbit… The tree is shaking.”
Mr. Fox playfully shook his finger in Rabbit’s face. “Uhm… Stop teasing the tree, Rabbit.”
“Okay, okay… God. You can’t even tease a tree anymore.”
“Oy…”
“That made no sense, Perfectly.”
“Oy…?”
“Oy.”
“Oy…”
Silence soaked the interior of the frustrated tree. After a few minutes Dr. Bear was able to speak. “Why were we all quiet?”
“Not really sure.”
“It was the tree, I think.”
“Huh?”
Mr. Fox began with the pedantic air of a dried up lecturer at a community college. “Well… What happens when a woman is turned on?”
Rabbit’s ears wrapped themselves around one another, to aid in concentration. He furrowed his bushy eyebrows. “Silence soaked the interior of the frustrated tree…?”
Impressed, Perfectly Frank patted Mr. Fox’s shoulder. He tried to high-five Rabbit, but the small shrew ignored his feeble buddyism. The Aussie catnip dealer missed his target and fell face down unto a dubious looking, ashen stain on the floor. He sniffed it – it smelled like charcoal dipped in honey.
Rabbit summarized. “Let me get this straight… When the Tree gets horny… she is soaked in silence?”
“Oy!”
Mr. Fox nodded with genuine pleasure. “Makes perfect sense to me.”
“You came out of Dr. Bear’s ass, Mr. Fox.”
“Is that my origin myth?”
“Helluvan origin myth.” Rabbit suckled on the bottle of vodka. “Got anymore catnip?”
“Noy.”
“You know… That is a touch forced.”
“Oy.”
“Philippine chicks are really hot.”
“They can be, they can be. I suppose they are Philippinas.”
“That sounds vaguely dirty.”
“Doesn’t it?”
“Who is speaking?”
“Not really sure.”
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