section7mfu | A Little Drabble Do Ya

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geese-flying

They charged into a small side street.

“Now where?” Napoleon panted.

“Next left.” Illya replied, studying the direction finder.

They ran down the cobbled street of the rural village.

“If you say left again we’ll be back were we started.”

“Right. Nyet, straight on.”

“That’s a dead end.”

Illya shrugged, “he has stopped.”

A study of the wall revealed no secret entrance.

“We’ll have to go around.”

On the other side was a village green, full of geese.

“He’s discarded the tracer and one must've swallowed it.”

“Chyort, knew it was a wild goose chase.”

“You telling Waverly, or me?”

A lesson in futility and nicely written. This one feel like it could be expanded.

Mmmm, now you've got me thinking where to take this! thanks for commenting.

Still giggling imagining their faces... and Waverly's!

He, he, glad I brightened your day. :)

Thanks for the laugh. It's such a canon thing to happen, too.

Nice photo, as well.

Thank you.

The Wild Goose Chase Affair is perhaps next... hmmm? Nice and very MFU.

Maybe, I'm thinking of where to go with it now the idea's been planted.