The Randomness of Life Chapter 98 ( sort of Christmasy) for A lIttle Drabble do Ya

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Prompted by: The Concert~ Lisel Mueller

The harpist believes there is music
in the skeletons of fish

Illya looked down at the river, seeing the remains of the aquatic life

What had THRUSH done now to create this massive fish kill?

The stench was overwhelming as he covered his nose and mouth with his hand.

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The French horn player believes
in enormous golden snails

Out of the reeds slipped and enormous pink snail, leaving a trail of slime

as it fed on the remains of the fish.

What sort of creature was this?

Was it the cause or another product of THRUSH's schemes?

Moving in slowly; it cleared the corpses along the shoreline.

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The piano believes in nothing
and grins from ear to ear

He the creature by the shell, planning to take it to headquarters to be tested, and suddenly,

he swore it began to loudly purr like a cat. That elicited an automatic response from the Russian,

making him smile.

Looking at him with antennaed eyes, it look like it winked at him.

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Strings are scratching their bellies
openly, enjoying it

This was something unheard of, yet the creature seemed to enjoy his touch. Illya refrained from stroking it though,

not wishing to get his hand covered in slime. He continued holding the creature by the shell, listening as the purring continued.

Research and Development were going to have a field day.

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Flutes and oboes complain
in dialects of the same tongue

It went on for minutes, the purring almost hypnotic to the Russian's ears and

just as suddenly as it started, the sound stopped.

The next thing uttered by the creature, Illya swore it was a meow. Yes, a distinct meow….

It sounded like it was talking, saying the name 'Gary?"

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Drumsticks rattle a calfskin
from the sleep of another life

Illya woke with a start, finding his black cat Nina perched on his chest, purring very loudly

and drooling as she kneeded with her claws…his hand wet from her slobber.

He laughed.

"Nina my sweet, you have given me a strange dream!" Illya hiked himself up in his bed.

.

because the supernatural crow
on the podium flaps his wings

and death is no excuse

Better this dream than his usual nightmares of a black crow cawing over the multitudes of spectres

who haunted him from his childhood.

The alarm rang at 6 am...it was Chistmas. Hopefully Grandfather Christmas would pay him a visit
in the form of Napoleon Solo bringing gifts of bagles and lox...

Comments

[jantojones.livejournal.com]

I cannot believe you got Gary the Snail into an UNCLE fic! Simply fantastic :-D

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Hahahhahaaaa! Hey I got Spongebob's Davy Jones and the Flying Dutchman in an UNCLE fic once too. I have a very strange muse at times...

Thanks for commenting!

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

Pink snails? Have you been hitting the eggnog a bit early? JK! :D

This is happy, sad, funny and amazing, all at the same time. I love how the poem and your story are woven around each other. And purring, drooling kitties are among my favorite things.

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[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Hey we've all had bizarre dreams right? So a cat purring and drooling on him triggered a purring slimy snail in his dreams. I went with Gary the snail from Spongebob...even though it's not time specific but it's such a recognized image...and funny.

Thanks for reading, commenting and enjoying the purring cat!