Friendly Call Continues
“We came out here to pay a call—a friendly call,” he snarled “And talk a little business with old friends—“
“Friends?” Annie’s voice was stinging. “When were we ever friends with the like of you? Get off this place before I call Mr. Pooh.” Under the words, Tawdry broke her husband’s hold and tried to climb back up on the car. Now Red Baboon shook with a fury equal to Annie’s and his red fur was redder than ever.
“Still high and mighty, aren’t you? Well I know all about you. I know you haven’t got shoes for your paws. I know your Mother’s turned religious fanatic—“
“Get off our estate!”
Labels: Annie, Captism, Captist Trash, Julia, Litteral Captism, Pooh, war
posted by Hobbes at 4:56 AM
6 Comments:
With friends like that, don't need enemies.
My, he's got a tongue on him! And he looks like he'd be so cuddly. Just goes to show you can't judge a book by its cover.
And there's no accounting for tastes, Janice.
"Friends" is a dysphemism for "middle-aged gentleman caller."
You know, the whole "no shoes for your paws" thing didn't need to be said. That was a low blow to multiple toes!
Not to mention, Red doesn't seem to be wearing shoes either.
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