Angelica came hopping up to Yvonne, followed by Savio who, as usual, looked clueless. "Yvonne! Yvonne! Yvonne!" said Angelica.
"What? What? What?" said Yvonne. "Yay! Yay! Yay!" said Savio, although he wasn't sure why. "I finished all of my reading assignments this week!" said Angelica, still hopping up and down in her excitement. "Really?" said Yvonne, surprised. "But you had 322 this week alone." "I finished them!" repeated Angelica. In a flash she disappeared, and in a flash she reappeared with a huge mountain of books. She dropped them on top of Yvonne. "Ow." After a few moments Yvonne found her way out of the maze of books. She reemerged, taking a straggling book from off the top of her head. "Hm," she said, glancing at it. "Milton. I haven't finished reading it. You know, too many helicopter dance lessons this week." "Since I finished my assignments would you tell me a story?" asked Angelica sweetly. "Ohhhh!" said Savio. "That's why I was excited. I forgot." "Usually," Yvonne replied to Savio. Then she turned to Angelica. "Very well. I guess you earned it. Get ready for a story, kiddos."
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Yvonne woke to a rather unpleasant surprise. She was tied to a chair and surrounded by her pupil and her dog, both wielding threatening baseball bats. Well, actually, Savio was eating his baseball bat. But that is beside the point. The point is that Yvonne was being held hostage!
"Today you're going to finish the story, no matter what," said Angelica. "But my Cicero translations!" Yvonne objected. "Cicero later, story now," replied Angelica. "I can't work under these conditions," snorted Yvonne. Savio offered her some of his baseball bat. She quickly but politely declined. "Story," insisted Angelica. "Fine, but later on we're going to have to really work on your communication skills," said Yvonne. She attempted to make herself as comfortable as she could be in the current (hostage) situation. "Well?" said Angelica, tapping her little rabbit foot impatiently.
"'Well' what?" asked Yvonne, who was currently reading selections from Samuel Taylor Coleridge and T.S. Eliot. "You promised you'd finish your story today," said Savio. He wagged his tail and smiled expectantly. "Very well. A promise is a promise," Yvonne said. She set her book of poetry aside on the table while the two youngsters settled around her. "Now where was I?" she asked them. "Ooh! Uh..." said Savio, but then he forgot what he was going to say because he had begun to think about cucumbers. "We just met Sunflower," said Angelica before she became distracted by any sort of food item. "Right!" said Yvonne. "So..." There once lived a rabbit named Yvonne. She was a very unusual rabbit, who lived in a hut in the woods all alone, far away from other rabbits. Well, not all other rabbits. A certain young rabbit named Angelica Cottontail had heard that Yvonne was a very wise rabbit. Angelica's parents and her many, many siblings always complained that she was a very unwise rabbit, so they wanted to send her to someone to teach her to be wise.
Yvonne would have preferred to live alone in her hut surrounded only by books, but she decided she would have to deal with Angelica. Oh, and Savio. Savio was Yvonne's dog, and Savio loved her. One day Savio and Angelica were reading the newspaper. Suddenly Savio looked up with a sad puppy look and asked, "Yvonne, why are some animals so mean?" "Because they want to be," said Yvonne. "But why do they want to be?" asked Angelica. "Why can't they just be nice?" "Well," said Yvonne, sitting back in her chair with the coffee that Savio had made (he was a very talented dog), "let me tell you a story." "Yay! A story!" yelled Savio and Angelica, hopping around in happy little circles before settling down in front of Yvonne. They both stared intently with their adorable eyes, waiting for Yvonne to start her story. |
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