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“Protest all you like, young lady,” her mother said as she blocked the pouting teenage girl holding the poster board sign from going out the front door, “but you are not going to join that protest! I appreciate that you care about the issue, but you’re too young and I don’t want you getting into trouble if things turn bad! Now go to your room! Find a safer, more peaceful way to protest, if you like.”
This post is part of the Tuesday Use It In A Sentence prompt, “protest”:
“Where’s Gidget?” Lana asked as she dragged the carrier out of the closet. “It’s almost time for her spay appointment.”
“I don’t know, Mom,” called Jenny from her bedroom, where she was splayed out on her bed and scrolling on her cellphone.
“Well, could you help me find her? I don’t want to be late getting her to the vet.”
“Fine,” Jenny said with a huff, setting her phone aside and getting up from her bed.
Lana put the carrier by the front door and joined Jenny in the hunt for Gidget. They looked in every room of the house, in every nook and cranny they could think of, but couldn’t find the calico cat anywhere.
Lana was frantic. The time for the vet appointment was growing closer and closer. If they didn’t find Gidget soon, she’d have to reschedule and that would be quite a hassle. She grabbed the phone and as she got ready to call the vet, she was mentally tried to figure out when would be a good time for a rescheduled appointment, when her busy schedule might be open for an appointment around the time it would be okay again for Gidget to be spayed.
Just as she was about to hit the dial button, Jenny called out, “Found her!” from the kitchen. Lana ran in and Jenny pointed at the refrigerator. Gidget was crouching on top of the refrigerator, doing her best to hide from them, having sensed the vet trip coming.
“Oh, great!” Lana groaned. “How’re we going to get her down?”
“I have an idea,” Jenny said, and she ran from the kitchen. A minute later, she returned with a spray bottle in her hand. “I’ll spray her with some water to chase her down. Then when she’s down, you grab her and put in the carrier.”
Lana gave her a skeptical look, but agreed, having no better plan of her own.
Jenny walked up to the refrigerator, reached as high up as she could, and sprayed water in Gidget’s direction. Gidget hissed as some of the water reached her. She tried to back away from it, but the wall blocked her. With no other option, Gidget jumped down from the side of the fridge to the small counter area beside the sink. Lana quickly grabbed her before she could get away.
Gidget yowled and squirmed as Lana carried her from the kitchen. Jenny followed and hurried in front of them so she could get the carrier and hold it for her mother. Gidget tried to fight back, but Lana won and stuffed the calico cat in the carrier.
“Thanks, Jenny,” Lana said over the plaintive yowling from the carrier. “I couldn’t have gotten her without you.”
“You’re welcome, Mom. Good luck at the vet. I hope you won’t be too late.”
Lana thanked her again and walked out the front door with the carrier. Jenny could still hear Gidget’s yowls as she shut the door behind them.
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “spay/splay/spray”:
What I want
I have found
Has slowly changed
As I have grown.
What I wanted
When I was little
Was simple enough.
Things like toys
And other things
That could be bought
From the store.
But now I’m older
And my want list
More often than not
That can’t be bought.
Peace of mind
These sorts of things
Are what we all
should really want
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “want”:
Princess Valerie and her retainer, Ingrid, had gone out for walk in the royal gardens to enjoy a lovely spring afternoon. The weather couldn’t be better, and the various flowers were beautiful to behold.
As they walked, they chatted about different things, as women will do. They were having such a nice time and not paying close attention to their surroundings that they soon found themselves outside the castle grounds.
A large field filled with wildflowers was spread out before their eyes. Princess Valerie gazed at it, taking it all in with a huge smile on her lips. Ingrid, however, urged the princess to turn around, knowing how dangerous it was for them to be away from the castle grounds.
Princess Valerie ignored her and ran off into the field and began picking wildflowers. Ingrid shook her head and walked towards her, intending to talk some sense into the princess. Neither noticed the dark spot high in the sky coming closer and larger with each passing moment.
Just before Ingrid could reach her, the black dragon swooped down from the sky and scooped Princess Valerie from the field in one its huge claws. The princess screamed as the dragon flew off with her.
Ingrid cried out after the princess, and as the dragon got farther and farther away, she heard the princess call something out to her. It was hard for the older lady to make out clearly what she said, though, because of the distance.
As Ingrid ran back towards the castle the sound the alarm, she tried to figure out who it was the princess had asked her to summon to rescue her.
When the dragon returned to its cave, it stuck the princess high up on a ledge where she would be hard pressed to escape from, then settled down on the floor next to its large pile of gold and jewels and stared up at its new trophy.
“You won’t get away with this,” Princess Valerie told the dragon.
“Oh, really?” the dragon replied, its rumbling voice echoing in the cave.
“Yes. Once my champion, the prince Valiant, arrives, I shall be rescued and you shall be dead, oh dragon.”
The dragon chuckled. “We will see about that. I have dispatched many a ‘champion’ in my time, girl. I shall do the same for yours.”
The dragon settled down and began to nap, and the princess settled down to wait.
After a while, the princess wasn’t sure how long, she could faintly hear the sound of a horse’s hooves outside the cave entrance, followed by the sound of armor clanking, and she quickly got to her feet. The dragon also heard it and woke up, it’s bright yellow eyes intently watching for the intruder.
Princess Valerie watched as her armored rescuer came inside the cave, eager to see her champion fight to save her from the dragon. But as he came into view, her eagerness fell to disappointment. “P…Prince…Valium?” she said. “What are you doing here? I told Ingrid to summon Prince Valiant!”
He turned to look up at her and raised the visor on his helmet. He stifled a yawn and replied, “Yes, well, I was surprised by the summons as well, my lady, and thought there must have been some mistake. But one such as I can’t refuse a royal summons or refuse to come to the aid of a damsel in distress.” He stifled another yawn. “So here I am, come to rescue you.”
“But…but…” she stammered.
He lowered his visor and turned to the dragon. He raised his sword and said, “Now then, dragon! Prepare to die!”
The dragon opened its large mouth. Flames flickered at the back of its throat.
Valium, the valiant would-be rescuer, suddenly dropped the ground, startling the dragon. The dragon stared in confusion, wondering what trick he playing. Then the sound of snoring reached its ears. The dragon shook its head sadly and decided what to do. There would be no real fun in just killing and eating him like this, the dragon thought, so instead it picked Valium up and left the cave, flying off and leaving Valium to sleep in the middle of the woods far away.
Upon returning to the cave, the dragon told Princess Valerie, “I hope your next champion is more of a challenge.”
This post is part of the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt, “val”:
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