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Breakfast
Daniel Haug
Golden morning light filters through the rustling leaves damp with dew, slowly brightening the forest. In a glen full of flowers covered in dew, deep within the forest, a most unusual creature was stirring. With a pleasant pink glow, the pixie rose from its bed of flowers; stretching, it stands and begins to dance.
No bigger than a mouse it floats in the air, dancing from flower to flower with a grace not of this world. Like a butterfly it flits through the air in a pattern that is random but never repeating, it’s wings a blur of pale pink. With a quick grace it lands upon each flower, splashing dew into the air, in a dance that is as beautiful as it is alien.
Suddenly the dance stops, and the pixie falls silent, pointed ears twitching, hoping she hadn’t heard what she thought she did. Suddenly the flowers to the left shake as what she feared passed through. With bounding leaps a giant toad came closer and closer to the tiny pixie, easily able to swallow it whole. Suddenly the toad stopped a mere two feet away from the pixie. Nervously it tried to reason with the toad.
“Good morning, Mr. ah Toad,” the pixie stammered in a high-pitched voice. “I hope you’re feeling well?”
The toad just sits there staring at her. The pixie begins to back away, still talking.
“Now you wouldn’t eat me would you? That wouldn’t be nice. How would you feel if someone tried to eat you?” Starting to panic the pixie backs away even more as the toad starts shuffling toward her.
“Well would you? Come on say SOMETHING!”
Ssssssssssssssllllllllllllluuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp
With a speed even faster than that of the panicked pixie the toad’s tongue shot out grabbing the pixie in mid-flight.
“What?! NO! LET ME GO! YOU STUPID AUTHOR I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS. YOU SAID IF I TALKED TO IT, IT WOULD LET ME GO.”
*That wouldn’t make an interesting story though.*
“I DON’T CARE! I’M NOT GOING TO BE EATEN BY A SLIMY TOAD, YOU JERK!”
*Oh don’t worry it’s only a Heat Toad. It will just store you inside, gaining energy from your body heat. Then you’ll pass through its system and be fine.*
“FINE?! I’M NOT GOING TO BE TOAD S… AACK! HEY! NO! STOP THAT! AAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”
SSSCHLOOORP. BUUURRRP.
*That’s enough of that.*
Daniel Haug
Golden morning light filters through the rustling leaves damp with dew, slowly brightening the forest. In a glen full of flowers covered in dew, deep within the forest, a most unusual creature was stirring. With a pleasant pink glow, the pixie rose from its bed of flowers; stretching, it stands and begins to dance.
No bigger than a mouse it floats in the air, dancing from flower to flower with a grace not of this world. Like a butterfly it flits through the air in a pattern that is random but never repeating, it’s wings a blur of pale pink. With a quick grace it lands upon each flower, splashing dew into the air, in a dance that is as beautiful as it is alien.
Suddenly the dance stops, and the pixie falls silent, pointed ears twitching, hoping she hadn’t heard what she thought she did. Suddenly the flowers to the left shake as what she feared passed through. With bounding leaps a giant toad came closer and closer to the tiny pixie, easily able to swallow it whole. Suddenly the toad stopped a mere two feet away from the pixie. Nervously it tried to reason with the toad.
“Good morning, Mr. ah Toad,” the pixie stammered in a high-pitched voice. “I hope you’re feeling well?”
The toad just sits there staring at her. The pixie begins to back away, still talking.
“Now you wouldn’t eat me would you? That wouldn’t be nice. How would you feel if someone tried to eat you?” Starting to panic the pixie backs away even more as the toad starts shuffling toward her.
“Well would you? Come on say SOMETHING!”
Ssssssssssssssllllllllllllluuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrp
With a speed even faster than that of the panicked pixie the toad’s tongue shot out grabbing the pixie in mid-flight.
“What?! NO! LET ME GO! YOU STUPID AUTHOR I DIDN’T SIGN UP FOR THIS. YOU SAID IF I TALKED TO IT, IT WOULD LET ME GO.”
*That wouldn’t make an interesting story though.*
“I DON’T CARE! I’M NOT GOING TO BE EATEN BY A SLIMY TOAD, YOU JERK!”
*Oh don’t worry it’s only a Heat Toad. It will just store you inside, gaining energy from your body heat. Then you’ll pass through its system and be fine.*
“FINE?! I’M NOT GOING TO BE TOAD S… AACK! HEY! NO! STOP THAT! AAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!”
SSSCHLOOORP. BUUURRRP.
*That’s enough of that.*
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Short story that I had to write for College English. First Time I have submitted a story to deviant art.
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Very clever.