Yvonne came bursting into the house, flinging open the door so hard that it nearly fell, or rather, flew, off its hinges. A cape swishing behind her and a sword at her side, she marched into the living room and announced her presence in a loud, archaic voice.
Many emotions spread over young Angelica's face: surprise, terror, distaste, etc. Only one was on Savio's face: joy.
When Yvonne first exploded loudly into the house, Angelica had dropped her book on the floor. Now Yvonne picked it up carefully and examined it. "Fie!" she exclaimed in the same booming voice. "Hast thou again passed thine eyes over the multitudinous villainies of this wretched scroll, christened the 'Adventures of Harey Bunther'? For shame!"
All Angelica could do in reply was correct her. "Harey Butter."
With a dramatic flourish Yvonne threw the book over her shoulder. Then all her grandiose acting faded away and she plopped down on the sofa. Her sword pierced right through the sofa and stuck out the other side, but she didn't notice.
"Buckle up, kids!" said Yvonne. "I've been thinking... brooding. So I've got a story for ya!"
"I think you've had too much caffeine," said Angelica, the high and mighty one.
"Once upon a time," (Yvonne was speaking unusually quickly) "there was a little bunny rabbit named Shrimp. All stories start out that way: once upon a time with a little bunny rabbit named something or other. Many stories also end the way this one ends, believe it or not...
Anyway, I also get distracted a lot and say 'anyway'. But this isn't about me. It's about Shrimp. Now Shrimp was a nice enough little rabbit. He did his chores, he did his homework, he actually read all the books that his teacher assigned to him. If someone asked him to help them do something, he would do it. He did have one very large fault, however: when he was doing something he did not want to be doing, which was most of the time, he would be very annoyed by it. He would do it, but he would grumble and frown the whole time.
Sometimes he considered refusing to do the things he didn't like altogether, but then he found he just couldn't do it. It made him feel too bad. He had to be nice. He had to do the things he was supposed to do. And he really meant well, too. He was simply always distracted by one thing: his video games. He loved playing video games and it was all he wanted to do, so when he had to do his chores it irritated him because he wanted to be playing video games. But then, when he was done with his chores, he sometimes would end up not playing his video games at all.
One day a car drove up to little Shrimp's house. Out of the car jumped a rabbit, all clad in black, and he took Shrimp away. Shrimp did not know where he was going, and no one told him. He was dropped off in something like a hospital waiting room. There was no one else there. He sat all alone, in silence, watching the clock. At some point he noticed the clock wasn't working.
He sat there for so long, he couldn't really say how long, and he had nothing to do, so he set to thinking. Watching the useless clock, he thought about all the time he had had, and how much of it he had wasted. He had rushed through his chores and homework and all the rest of the life so that he could get to his video games, only to rather often not even do that. He could have just enjoyed his chores, made that pleasant, instead of begrudgingly slogging through them to something he thought would make him happy, which never really seemed to, anyway. It wasn't too late, he thought. He could still fix it.
He got up, and explored the room he was in. He tried all the doors, but only one of them opened. The others, including the main entrance, seemed to be locked. The one door led into a bathroom. He noticed the bathroom and the waiting room were both pretty fallen down and dirty, so he decided to fix that. He mopped the floors, cleaned the windows, dusted the furniture, tidied things up, and cleaned the toilets, all things that he greatly despised. But he smiled while doing it, and sang to himself, and found that such things were only as terrible as you made them to be.
Immediately after he was done, the rabbit who had taken him there returned, and drove him some place else, some mysterious far away land, where Shrimp was provided with many video games and toilets to clean, and, always wearing a smile, he enjoyed all his tasks and his recreation."
Yvonne finished speaking and with a sudden burst of energy, darted into the mini fridge which was sitting among the many bookshelves. She produced some old coffee from the fridge, and glugged it down.
"Aren't you going to explain all of that?" asked Angelica, watching her with something like horror.
"Oh no, of course not," said Yvonne, breathing a cloud of coffee breath. "I have too much caffeine for that. Excuse me while I go conquer the Coffee-Lands."
Without another word she zipped out the front door, sword in hand/paw. Savio's eyes lit up. He didn't know there was a mini fridge full of old nasty coffee. In minutes there was coffee all over the house. Most of that, however, was consumed by Savio. After that decided to aid Yvonne in her conquest of the so-called "Coffee Lands", and took off out the door, slamming it and leaving it open.
Angelica did not move, other than to look around in utter bewilderment.