the laughing hour
Cicero!
02-09-2021, 08:07 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-10-2021, 04:13 PM by Valentine.)
He'd finally done it. The damn skunk had slipped up. Their cat and mouse game was finally over and he, yes he, was the victor. For awhile Valentine had been wondering if Lefty was going to win simply by outliving him. That was probably what made this victory so sweet. Neither had said it but both had surely thought 'last one standing wins' at some point. And now he was going to be the last one standing.
"Valentine!" the skunk howled from deep underground. "You old fuck, get help!"
Valentine hummed (which she likely couldn't hear) and rolled his eyes as though in thought (which she definitely couldn't see). "I shan't," he said with a sniff.
"What?"
He stuck his face in the hole and yelled, "I said good-bye, you old gas bag!"
The pair had been walking together (unwillingly on Valentine's part, of course) when they'd stumbled upon a deep hole. It was a curious thing; perfectly round, straight and lined with what looked like stone. Wooden boards had been laid over top and upon that debris had built up over the years. It appeared the boards at the bottom of the pile had finally rotted away enough to let debris through revealing what Valentine recognized immediately as a skunk sized hole. By the grace of god he'd managed to smush her through it before she could let out a single noxious poot. The shriek and splash that followed had been music to his ears.
Lefty, realizing he was serious, began to curse him. Valentine, happiest he'd been in years, ignored her rage and began digging around in the snow for branches to seal the hole with.
"Valentine!" the skunk howled from deep underground. "You old fuck, get help!"
Valentine hummed (which she likely couldn't hear) and rolled his eyes as though in thought (which she definitely couldn't see). "I shan't," he said with a sniff.
"What?"
He stuck his face in the hole and yelled, "I said good-bye, you old gas bag!"
The pair had been walking together (unwillingly on Valentine's part, of course) when they'd stumbled upon a deep hole. It was a curious thing; perfectly round, straight and lined with what looked like stone. Wooden boards had been laid over top and upon that debris had built up over the years. It appeared the boards at the bottom of the pile had finally rotted away enough to let debris through revealing what Valentine recognized immediately as a skunk sized hole. By the grace of god he'd managed to smush her through it before she could let out a single noxious poot. The shriek and splash that followed had been music to his ears.
Lefty, realizing he was serious, began to curse him. Valentine, happiest he'd been in years, ignored her rage and began digging around in the snow for branches to seal the hole with.
NOTE: Valentine has a female striped skunk companion named Lefty. Unless stated otherwise assume she's present.