Dinner - A Little Drabble Do Ya!

[ssclassof56.livejournal.com]

“I'll drain the blood behind the barn since you're being squeamish.” Faustina stalked off, a freshly strangled chicken in her grasp.

Napoleon turned to Illya. “Do I look green?”

“Does it matter? We drew straws. I catch it. She kills it. You pluck it.”

“I thought it was a myth. But she snapped it's neck, and it kept running around.”

Illya shrugged. “I would have used the hatchet.”

“I’ll ruin a brand new suit.”

“It's only feathers. Mostly.”

“This may be the last chicken I ever eat.”

Illya patted his shoulder. “Might have been worse. I voted for the turkey.”
 

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

It would have still run around if it had been killed with a hatchet. I love this drabble, and the image of Napoleon plucking a chicken has me in stiches.

[ssclassof56.livejournal.com]

Ha, true. I suppose that is where the phrase comes from. :) I was partial to Illya's display of ruthlessness, even when it comes to chickens. Thanks.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Perfect last line. Well done.

[ssclassof56.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I liked the thought that Illya would go for the potential turkey sandwich.

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

What a picture! Napoleon is making that face, I can see it.

[ssclassof56.livejournal.com]

Yes, so can I!

[otherhawk.livejournal.com]

You know, I don't think there was a single one of those straws Napoleon would have been happy with. Very fun, and I loved the last line.

[ssclassof56.livejournal.com]

Thank you. I agree. I imagine they had to lay down the law, if he didn't work, he didn't eat.

[jkkitty.livejournal.com]

Now that is a picture I would love to see

[ssclassof56.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I see him being teased endlessly about it.