Escapology I - leave NO evidence
(prompt: 'loose' 3 Sep. 2021)
"There's a moose loose in this hoose! I heard the words loud and clear in the woman's best braw Scottie accent. Never lost it really, you know, despite all her years in God's own special acre of the world."
Now THAT got their attention... fully, for once! Granny Mouse could barely believe her rose-coloured specs teetering on the end of her hairy little grey nose. Fluttering and waving the scrawny few threads that remained, she took a deep sniff, and mainly due to her vast age, she added, "Now THAT's more like it!" in her sternest, 'no-nonsense' growly voice. Even latecomers to the lecture drew closer... such was the power of her regal presence. After all, here she still was, surviving countless generations; a testimony to Life and the best Living Skills known to mice or men.
"I'll tell you one thing about that there little Scottie lassie... she acts up like all hell is let loose if she gets the faintest scent of the most vulnerable one of us, even still in the nest! Even I very nearly met my Maker, 'the Great Rodent in the Rafters', way before my first foray into the foodie and footsie forest of Man."
"Ooowhaa, Granny... truly? When you were just a tiddler?" Mortimer's eyes stretched almost as wide as his mouth gaped, causing Granny to tighten her lips considerable to stop from smiley twitching. Such a loose cannon already, she thought, and her inner grin reached from side to side, tickling her ribs almost uncontrollably. Heaven help the little girl meesies when young Morty hits the backs of the cupboards, playing fast and loose like he's bound to do... a hottie braveheart like him!
"Well-ll, you know, I don't talk of it too often, although it has stood the test of time as one of the most stalwart of cautionary 'rules' of being able to hang loose as a goose..." Of course, Morty would have to interrupt with his best 'stage-whisper'— "The 'late' Geronimo goose hanging on the clothesline to drip out it's blood the other day wasn't too 'loose'... and he didn't seem to have a great deal to say about it, either."
Granny silenced him quick-smart with one of her 'extra-special-supercalafragalisticexpialadocious' frowns and a teeth grating grrr (which could well have been far more effective if there had not been so many gaps there, her mouth resembled Jonah's whale's 'Black-Hole-like' gaper-grin.
Suddenly, Granny felt tired of mollycoddling all the wee mousies, and said, most firmly, "That's it for tonight! You know the old war-time saying? Well no, you're quite a few generations too young for that, but the buzz-words 'round the trenches and backstreets was repeated constantly, and it's still not bad value to this day! If you don't understand, then try the novel idea of 'thinking' about it until next time, OK? —
'LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS'
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