Abandon Hope . . .
Perhaps no one would tell Hobbes Junior. It would take a brave animal to break such news to him. Please Christopher!
But she remembered Big Pooh. Big Pooh hated loose females. He would tell Hobbes Junior, feeling it his Captist duty.
Time passed, and finally Annie heard Hobbes Junior shambling up the steps. She tensed as he reached the upper hall, gathered all her strength for a meeting, but he ambled into his den.
He hadn't heard. Thank Christopher! She must gather herself together to go to him. She felt too distempered to go. But was there time?
She heard Hobbes Junior shifting around in his room, but she could not find the courage to call to him. Finally he knocked on her door, and she said, trying to control her voice: "Come in."
"Am I actually being invited into the sanctuary?" he questioned, opening the door. It was dark, and she could not see his face. He entered and closed the door. "Are you ready for the reception?"
"I'm so sorry, but I have a headache. You go, Hobbes Junior, and give Anastasia my regrets."
There was a long pause, and then he snarled, "What a white-livered, cowardly little bitch you are."
He knew! She lay shaking, unable to speak.
"Get up." His voice was pure animal growl.
"Oh Hobbes Junior, I can't. You see--"
"I can see. Get up."
"Hobbes Junior, did Big Pooh dare--"
"Big Pooh dared. A very brave bear, Big Pooh."
"You should have torn him limb from limb for telling such lies."
"I have a strange way of not attacking animals who tell the truth. You are going tonight even if everyone cuts you and Mrs. Pooh asks you to leave the den."
"They misunderstood. Elizabeth and Big Pooh. Elizabeth hates me so much, she'll tell lies about Pooh to make me appear in a bad light."
"You will go if I have to pick you up by the scruff of the neck and shake your ever so charming bottom every step of the way." There was a cold glitter in his eyes as he jerked her to her feet. He went into her closet and drew out her new FRANC dress. It was strapless and very tight. "Wear that. No modest, matronly dove grays and lilacs tonight. Your flag must be nailed to the mast, for obviously you'd run it down if it weren't."
But she remembered Big Pooh. Big Pooh hated loose females. He would tell Hobbes Junior, feeling it his Captist duty.
Time passed, and finally Annie heard Hobbes Junior shambling up the steps. She tensed as he reached the upper hall, gathered all her strength for a meeting, but he ambled into his den.
He hadn't heard. Thank Christopher! She must gather herself together to go to him. She felt too distempered to go. But was there time?
She heard Hobbes Junior shifting around in his room, but she could not find the courage to call to him. Finally he knocked on her door, and she said, trying to control her voice: "Come in."
"Am I actually being invited into the sanctuary?" he questioned, opening the door. It was dark, and she could not see his face. He entered and closed the door. "Are you ready for the reception?"
"I'm so sorry, but I have a headache. You go, Hobbes Junior, and give Anastasia my regrets."
There was a long pause, and then he snarled, "What a white-livered, cowardly little bitch you are."
He knew! She lay shaking, unable to speak.
"Get up." His voice was pure animal growl.
"Oh Hobbes Junior, I can't. You see--"
"I can see. Get up."
"Hobbes Junior, did Big Pooh dare--"
"Big Pooh dared. A very brave bear, Big Pooh."
"You should have torn him limb from limb for telling such lies."
"I have a strange way of not attacking animals who tell the truth. You are going tonight even if everyone cuts you and Mrs. Pooh asks you to leave the den."
"They misunderstood. Elizabeth and Big Pooh. Elizabeth hates me so much, she'll tell lies about Pooh to make me appear in a bad light."
"You will go if I have to pick you up by the scruff of the neck and shake your ever so charming bottom every step of the way." There was a cold glitter in his eyes as he jerked her to her feet. He went into her closet and drew out her new FRANC dress. It was strapless and very tight. "Wear that. No modest, matronly dove grays and lilacs tonight. Your flag must be nailed to the mast, for obviously you'd run it down if it weren't."
Labels: Anastasia, Annie, Captism, Elizabeth, Franc, Hobbes Jr.
posted by Hobbes at 7:50 AM
7 Comments:
When I am reincarnated I want to come back as a loose woman. It must be far more fun tha being a Big Pooh!
Word Verification is HORSES at which point I will trot off.....
Russell introduced "reincarnation" to the comment storyline, so I think if Margaret Mitchell were to reincarnate Scarlett O'Hara, she would want her to be Annie.
Gracious me. Hobbes, Jr. is getting always more ursine.
Youse know, that Hobbes Junior is one tough mugg! I admire him a lot, see!
Good luck with that, C. J. D.
K.: I hope that once cognizant of current Reconstruction history, Mitchell would write a very different novel.
Annie drives him to it, RBUD.
Good for you, Vinnie.
I hope that once cognizant of current Reconstruction history, Mitchell wouldn't let streetcars victimize poor people.
That too, K.
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