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*~MIGHTY GINGERS~*
Posted March 21, 2012
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*ahem*
Wessex: Ms. Beamlette, I take issue with this packet of cookies I found in your
kitchen today. Did it occur to you that the name of these cookies is offensive
to redheads, particularly those in the English-speaking world?
Warwick: Huh…
Wessex: I imagine the cookie makers thought they were being clever and “catchy”
when they named their product, but I take exception, on behalf of we natural
redheads around the globe –
Warwick: …
Wessex: While I understand that our numbers are dwindling, still, we are
entitled to some respect, for we are simply as God made us, as you or anyone
else are –
Warwick: Hmmm…
Wessex: Here now, Warwick,
what are you doing? Why are you eating these distastefully-named cookies?
Weren’t you listening to me? And WHY on earth are you wearing those rabbit ears?
Warwick: *munch*… taste pretty good to me.
I usually don’t listen to you; you know that…
Warwick: As for the bunny ears, I got ‘em from a bunny,
a real cute one, too, heh! *wink*
Wessex: *siiiigh* …Why, oh why, do I even bother?...
Poor,
poor Wessex…
tempest in a cookie jar.
As
you see from this story, Wessex returned to the
Beamlette fold; here follows the tale of how he was sent away in “disgrace”
from Clara’s household –
Draculina’s Helper
(or lack thereof)
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