"Snowball, you're pretty lousy at running this business," said Yvonne.
At first Snowball did not reply. He was busy focusing intensely on his miniature macaroni palace. He delicated placed another piece of macaroni on top of it.
He was still too lost in his project to hear.
Yvonne's horse, Jacob, walked into the house. He was small enough to fit. He ate Snowball's macaroni palace.
"Seriously, man, you got some nerve!" exclaimed Snowball.
Jacob snorted macaroni all over Snowball.
"SNOWBALL!" screamed Yvonne. Snowball jumped up and hit the ceiling.
"What? Who's that? Who's dere?" asked Snowball.
"The rabbit who owns this house," answered Yvonne. "Anyway, you are not running this business properly..."
"No, you don't do that no more, dat ownin' this house thing," said Snowball. "All mine now, and I run dis business just like I like to."
"Then I quit!" exclaimed Yvonne.
Snowball gasped. "You can't do dat!"
"I just did!"
"Well, you really can't, because I fire you!"
Yvonne walked out the door. Jacob followed her, still munching on macaroni. She hooked him up to a cart. "We're going on an adventure, Jacob!" she said.
Angelica came out of the house, where she had been rather poorly pretending to be working at her school. Savio followed her, still munching on her homework. Yvonne grabbed them both and dropped them in the cart.
"What are you doing to me?" whined Angelica. Savio whined, too, though he didn't know why.
"Instead of me just telling you stories all the time, we're going to live stories! We're gonna see them ourselves! Experience them!" said Yvonne.
"You're a nut!" screamed Angelica.
"Maybe, but you're dramatic," said Yvonne. "You're also not leaving, because I just strapped you to your seat."
Spike hopped out of the house, still munching on a banana. "Snowball's brooding in there, and lamenting about how he's been betrayed or something. What did you do? What are you doing?"
"We're going places!" said Yvonne, and with that, she swept him up onto the cart next to her.
"Why can't I drive?" asked Spike.
"Because you're eating a banana," replied Yvonne, as if that made perfect sense.
Jacob, who could talk, though he preferred not to, snorted and thought, Great, now I've gotta work. Just a couple minutes ago I was living a life of luxury, eating macaroni palaces and all...
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