Dinner - A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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“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.”
 

A Half Drabble for A Little Drabble Do Ya

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Illya could feel a heavy weight on his chest, and yet it was somehow comforting.  He began to drift off to sleep again when he heard the purring sound.

"Eto vy kotenok."

"Mroww, yes it is me again", she replied contentedly.

Both of them slept soundly like that until morning.

"Well excuuuuse me." For A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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It was serene in Central Park; the weather was warm and sunny. The leaves of gold and red were still on the trees, but a slight breeze would make a few drift to the ground.

Napoleon sat on a bench, talking away as he’d just finished eating his dirty water hot dog with satisfaction.

“Would that it stayed like this,” he said to Illya.”Indian summer is marvelous, isn’t it?”

Illya was nodding off and promptly sneezed.

“Gesundheit. You have a cold?”

“No, just some allergies.”

“I’m afraid to ask, but to what are you allergic?”

“You... keeping me awake.”

Sharing - Little Drabble Do Ya

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The woman in the ragged dress pressed a bowl of gruel into his hands with a stern comment he couldn't translate but understood perfectly. He shook his head. She and her family had nothing while he had a whole life of luxury if he could only find his way back. Besides, he knew his limitations. He could last far longer than she.

But she scowled at him, wagging her finger in his face in a way that strangely reminded him of his babushka, a thought that for a moment made his muddled mind swim.

He took the bowl and smiled his thanks and then, when she wasn't looking, gave the food to her two young children.

Fun in Accounting - A Little Drabble Do Ya - Nov 18th

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Walking into the accounting department, Illya immediately noted that everyone was standing around Stefan Reid, the department head. Not wishing to interrupt a departmental meeting, he began to leave again, until Stefan’s words caught his attention.

“I’ve checked the figures three times and I have a result. The total came to $372, and with a guess of $365, the winner is Beth."

Everyone applauded loudly as the woman in question accepted her prize.

“What’s going on?” Illya asked the nearest person to him.

“Beth just won $50 on our monthly ‘How much of Napoleon’s expenses claim will be rejected?’ sweepstake.”

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