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The spring…
Oh I loved writing this. Surprise. XD For Lex and his Bobberoon.
… it is come
Alana waddled slowly towards what appeared to be a large pile of rocks and began to pore over them. After some deliberation, she scooped up a particularly large beast of a stone with one paw and began to haul-drag-roll it across the ground, leaving deep furrows where her claws dug into the grass. Miraculously she had managed to find a small patch of soil, blown by the wind only to collect in a shallow basin of rock, a quarter of the way up Mount Shadow. Dropping the stone in the centre of the soily patch, Alana moved back a ways to survey the scene she had created and beamed happily. Then, turning back to her stone pile, she selected and extricated two slightly smaller rocks, placing them on either side of the stone 'table' in the middle. Moving towards a small pile of silvery substance laying on the flat rock surrounding the little haven, the big bear mumbled softly to herself. "Here's one I prepared earlier… Oh, kiss bananas." Alana grasped four fish in her teeth and carefully placed two before each 'stool'.
Leaning back to admire the view of her creation once more, Alana positively purred her praises at herself. "Very swish, be happily he be. Sharks grass." She ended with a solemn shake of her head, glancing around to see wherever he could be. Suddenly happy again, she flounced over to another small pile she had formed earlier. This one looked like a jumble of leaves and petals until Alana delved among it with careful claws and brought out a few different items. One, a make-shift wreath of rose buds which looked as though it were about to fall apart any second, she draped along one of the stools. Another, a craftily-made hat of rolled leaves and packed mud that rose into the sky, she placed on her head. It had a flat base, meaning it nestled precariously between her ears, while the centrepiece rose about one foot above her head; Alana's preparations had been enthusiastically approached. Everything had to be perfect.
The third item she cradled in her front paw, tucking it to her chest as she hobbled back towards the empty stool, her hat wobbling dangerously with every movement. "Oh wetstick!" She exclaimed as said hat finally fell from her crown and landed on the mountain, spiralling about on the rock like a bizarre spinning top. She deposited the leaf-wrapped item on the table between the fish and then stooped to pick up her hat. Deciding, with the last smidge of sanity she had left, that it would be better to place the hat on her head after she climbed atop the stool, Alana clambered up onto the rock with three paws, holding her hat high out of danger. Settling down, Alana placed her backside on the flattest part of the rock, which shifted beneath her as though it were about to give way and start rolling any moment. She stuck her back paws out to the side, encompassing the girth of the table and brushing the stone with her honey-coloured fur. For the final touches, Alana lifted the hat onto her head once more, and set it off at a particularly jaunty angle. Placing front paws flat on the table, on either side of her fish, Alana moved her head slowly from side to side (not wanting to upset her hat) and waited. He should be here soon. Boy, would she surprise him.
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Humming to himself, Bob ambled his three-legged way up the mountainside, a contented expression on his time-worn features. His tune switched between melodious tunes to jaunty shanties, changing with every bar he hummed. He was going to meet the big bundle of fluff he’d managed to rescue up here from a nasty fall – Alana, and his good mood could be almost entirely attributed to this. The gentle creature was someone he felt very much at home around; she brought out the softer side of him. Hell, he was in a good mood already just thinking about it. His brush-tail wagging enthusiastically behind him, he stepped up his pace a little, into an easy, wobbling jog, to get there a bit sooner. An exasperated “Oh, wetstick!” met his ears, and he thought over the words. “Don’ sound like no wolf…” he muttered to himself, and carried on his merry way, pleased that he’d found his brown friend.
“Alana!” he rumbled as he saw her, and set off to sprint the rest of the distance to her little table. He stopped before he’d begun though, as his mind started flagging things up as not fitting in. A table? “What in th’blazes?” he asked as he took in the accoutrements that the grizzly had collected around her. First to grasp his senses was the towering hat perching precariously on Alana’s head, swaying like it was about to topple. It added to her already giant stature, and Bob eyed it warily, unsure of whether it was something attacking Alana without her realising, but it seemed neither likely to pounce on him, or do any damage to her – unless it fell – so he gave up his misgivings and instead grinned, a little nervously since he had no idea what he had walked in upon, but it was a very humorous image. “Did I forgit to dress up agin?” he asked remorsefully looking at the hat, sure he could have put together a dashing outfit if asked.
He sniffed and confirmed what he thought he’d smelled as he came over – fish. Sure enough there were some fat ones on the table. “What’s the ‘ccasion? You’m all dressed up an’ the fish n’ all? You having a party?” he asked, examining the stool-rock and wondering how he was going to perch himself on it. “The hat suits you by the way” he said, stifling a guffaw of laughter as the hat wobbled. It got funnier every time he saw it. A wreath of roses hung on the seat, and Bob sniffed it and looked to Alana. “Is this mine?” he asked hopefully, wanting to join in the party.
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The spring…
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… it is come
As she cautiously moved her head around, hat bobbing about, Alana saw Bob. "Bobbit!" She exclaimed, then breathed in deeply to keep her hat steady. Wonderful Bob was growling his words in that most delightful manner of his, and Alana beamed, happy that he had noticed all of the special effort she had put into this array of fish, hats, stones and leaves. "No blaze," she replied with a foolish grin; her having no idea of what one was did not stop her denying it was a blaze. "Don't be sad, I made outfit for Bob." Or at least, that's what she would have said but her sentence cut out after 'I' because Bob finally seemed to stumble upon the real reason she was here. Her squeal had knocked her top hat clean off but she ignored that and, instead, slipped off the chair, stepping less-than-delicately upon the edge of her hat as she made her way over to Bob. "Happy Birthdaaays!" She said in a deep, affectionate growl as she grasped Bob around the shoulders in a typical bear-hug and squeezed, brushing her face up and down his neck and purring.
Finally she let him go, and quickly took up his direction of gaze which was the wreath. "Yours." She said happily, and toddled over to the wreath, hooking it up with her claws. Turning back to the smaller Bob, Alana lifted her paw over his head and let the wreath drop into place on his crown, looping it around one of his ears for support – even if he ducked and weaved, it would do nothing more than tilt sideways along his line of vision and dangle from his left ear. "Bad mud." She added, turning around and finally seeing her own hat whose edges were a little crumpled from the passage of her own claws. Trundling back over, she picked it up, retook her place on the stool, and replaced her hat with a flourish. Motioning for Bob to get on his seat also, Alana then pushed the present that was taking up the centre of the rock towards him. "Yours." She said shyly, dropping her gaze to one side as she poked the leaf-covered bundle further and further towards him, urging him to open his present. Bob was sure in for a surprise, Alana thought with badly-concealed glee.
Inside the bundle were three items: a handful of the sweetest berries; a large leaf with a very crude picture of Bob poked into it with her claws (IE, a nose, a slit-mouth, two lines for each ear and two dot-eyes); and, her favourite, a rather fortunate find whilst rummaging about the forbidden swamp, was some large bone which looked suspiciously like it had once been the hip joint of an elk. Indeed, due to the largeness and hollowed-outness of the bone, the berries and leaf were slid inside it, for it had proved hard enough to wrap leaves around the present to conceal the surprise. It was about as big as Bob's head, after all.
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Alana had squealed with delight and provoked her hat, which pounced, clearly woken from its slumber atop her head. Jumping clear, Bob was still eyeing it suspiciously and watching for any further movement when Alana, having trampled the hat into the earth slightly, lumbered over and scooped Bob up into a hug. A bear hug, he presumed, given Alana’s bear-ish appearance. Her grasp was strong, and she held him firmly, almost purring as she pressed him into her soft fur and rubbed her head on him. Touched, but confused as to what his birthday had to do with a party, Bob moved his neck as best he could with the huggy bear attached to it to rub his head in the soft, thick fur of her shoulder affectionately, and raised his front paw to rest on her – he was supported easily by Alana’s hug so it didn’t matter he only had two legs on the floor at present.
Released, Bob was happy that his friend was so happy, but confused to where he fitted into the proceedings. “F’r me? That’s a fine crown thur, thank’ee!”,” he said, beaming at Alana as she hooked it down on his head with her claws. Bob was quite jealous of the way Alana could pick things up with her paws, the ability made a lot of sense, and Bob wished he could rely on it instead of using his jaws. Trying to see the crown on his head, Bob looked up and tilted his head round, trying to get the angle right to see. However much he strained though, all he did was move himself around in a circle, and after a full turn, he gave up and simply accepted that the crown-wreath looked fine up there.
With a flourish, Alana replaced her hat – Bob decided it must be some sort of pet of hers - and climbed back aboard her seat, and Bob once again returned to the puzzle of how to get on his properly. He climbed up by resting his front paw on the table and then taking his weight while he got his rear end hoisted onto the stone. As he was climbing, Alana pushed a large package across the table towards him. He looked from it to her and back to it again – a leaf wrapped bundle. “Mine? Wha’s this?” he asked the sheepish looking Alana, bemused by the whole situation. Dragging the package a bit nearer, gently, Bob sniffed it, The rock had worked a bit of the wrapping loose, and so Bob proceeded to work at the rest of the parcel, gently extricating it from the wrapping. A wondrous smell greeted him; elk. He had revealed a giant elk bone, and from out of the hollowed out space inside poked other objects.
Tipping the bone to get the objects out, he discovered them to be some ripe, juicy looking berries, and a leaf. He was overwhelemed, and his eyes flitted between one item and the rest, and then to Alana, unsure of what to examine first. He yipped excitedly, rather a gruff yip but a yip nonetheless, and then picked the leaf. He sniffed it, and looked it over, seeing the etching in its surface. He turned it round until he could assign a meaning to the lines, and then it clicked into place. She’d drawn a wolf, a Bob! “Mrr, I think it looks jest like me!” he rumbled happily. Sniffing a berry, he licked one up, and savoured every last drop of the sweet, sweet juice that was squeezed out. “By ‘eck they taste nice! What are they?” he snaffled another, and then nosed one across the table to Alana. “I can’t ‘ave all the fun now, c’n I!” he said, “You try one,” he asked, beaming. “Thank’ee ma’am!!” he said with an extra wag of his tail, which was already going full whack. “An’ this bone’s a big ‘un too, I love it!” Overcome with excitement, Bob pushed himself forwards and carefully avoiding everything on the table, picked his way across the table and rubbed his head against Alana in thanks, his tail wagging happily. Backing off, a little wag went out of his tail, as he thought of something. “Nobody ever threw me a birthday party before…” he said forlornly, looking at Alana’s deeply dark eyes. “Thankyou” he said, his words dripping sincerity and gratitude, as the wag returned to his tail and he jumped down excitedly to go and seat himself again.
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The spring…
Wheeee-splat.
… it is come
With all coronations done and dusted, Alana sat with the present in her claws, secretly pleased that Bob had liked her rose crown she had made him. It had been a hard thing to make, and it was a bit of botched job, truth be told, but she had put her heart into it and that was all that mattered in the end. It was a wonder the illness hadn't affected her central nervous system and left her blind and crippled, really. Alana watched with nervous anticipation, her anxious eyes flitting between Bob and the present as he unwrapped it gently with his big white teeth. Her paws were clasped on her lap now, a trade-mark Alana gesture, and she was hoping that Bob wasn't going to reject her present.
Upon seeing his astonished and happy face as he looked over the presents, Alana heaved a loud sigh of relief and began to enjoy watching him decipher the meaning in the presents. Ah, that elk bone had been a bit of trouble to wash off: swamp gunk had a nasty way of sticking like glue to any kind of object. Bone, it seemed, was its long lost soul-mate. Bone and swamp-gunk just couldn't be torn apart, until bone finally began to see the appeal of fresh water and performed adultery. The comments warmed Alana's heart, and she beamed at Bob as he praised her efforts and gave her a berry. She nibbled two off the branch and then pushed it back at him, not wanting to take too many. She received a wolf-hug and ran a paw down Bob's downy fur, delighting in the attention. It was lovely to give; much nicer than receiving.
"Well it's a good job you have Whisper, then." She said happily as Bob got rather mournful and solemn. No use dwelling on the past, the big bear thought, at least he'd had a birthday party now. And how glad she was to have given him his first. "Now we eat fishes." She explained the proceedings, for he was obviously new to parties. Bringing her paws back up to her fish, Alana skewered the silvery object on her claws and began to eat it quite like one would a corn on the cob, eating around the centre bone. "After dish we playsh gamesh!" She exclaimed half way through a mouthful, spraying Bob with bits of fish as she giggled at the thought of the games she had planned. Oh what fun they'd have.
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Alana returned Bob’s enthusiastic hug just as affectionately, her big arms enveloping him in his first ever bear-hug. He hoped it wasn’t his last either, it was a very nice thing to receive. He was lucky indeed to have a friend in the bear; he pitied anyone who could not see her for the friendly and loveable creature she was, they were missing out on a lot. Nodding his agreement to her statement, he overlooked her referring to herself as Whisper, too wrapped up in the happy feeling his first birthday party was bringing along. Bob returned to his seat across the rock table from Alana, pausing to quickly eat another berry, even though he fought within himself as to whether he wanted to eat them now and enjoy the taste or save some for later. One more couldn’t hurt though; there was definitely no chance of him spoiling his appetite for later.
As Alana explained to him that fish were the next order of business, Bob licked his muzzle in anticipation, seating himself again. The lingering sweet aftertaste of the berries would go perfectly with fish too he thought, watching Alana skewering her fish politely and tidily. Bob looked unsurely down at his single paw, confirming what he knew to be true. No way in hell could he eat fish so delicately as that, so feeling slightly embarrassed at his uncouth ways, he started to eat in his usual style. It wasn’t until a stray bit of fish caught him in the eye that he looked up at Alana and down at his fish and grinned at himself. “Hurr look at me trying to be proper, I should jest enjoy it,” he said to, savouring the fish even more. “An’ I’ll deal with you later!” he said, finishing his fish and looking at the elk bone.
“Gamesh?” he asked, excited and lisping his words, as he was in a similar state of chewing as Alana was, having attacked his next fish with renewed vigiour. “What do you play on yer birthday?” he asked, still unsure of how everything worked. “I once heard o’ sum’t to do with a parcel, was that what we jest played?” If so, Bob was looking forward to round two, and wagged his tail the rest of the way through his meal.
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The spring…
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Every now and then, Alana let forth an enthusiastic chuckle, each time covering her mouth with one massive paw lest she spray chunks of fish all over the birthday boy. Bob himself seemed to be having the same kind of troubles, whereas his own faults lay in him being too serious about the whole matter rather than being too giggly. After a while, they had both finished the delectable meal Alana had prepared, and affairs turned onto the exciting prospect of gamesh. Alana's eyes, so far today perpetually wild with fervour and happiness, softened a little. Never played games on his birthday? This truly was disgraceful, Bob was about the same age as her in wolf years! However the sobering thought soon disappeared as Alana decided to take Bob's education into her own paws.
"Gamesh!" She exclaimed loudly, lifting her muzzle to the sky, now using the odd chant they had adopted even though her mouth was no longer full. Dropping her nose and looking about her, Alana wondered which game to play first. She had many to choose from. In her illness-addled brain, it seemed that Alana had mixed up the years slightly when it came to the party and actual games themselves. This was the party she had never managed to throw for her long-dead cub. Her hat wobbled as she shimmied off the rock, dropping to all four paws and bumbling along in the direction different articles she had produced and collected. First to come out were two huge curved shells. So party games were harder to play with two, but it wasn't impossible. Not to someone with Alana's imaginative capacity.
Turning back around, Alana pointed at the floor ahead of her. "I bash shell and make sound, you have to dance. When it stops, you have to stop still, like a rock. If you can't do it one time, we switch and I try." Bob could just whack the shells with his fangs or something. A rather sly look crossed her face as she grinned and added, "And if your hat falls off, you lose too." Then, with a look of glee upon her face, Alana sat down and began to bash the shells together so that they emitted a loud, clamorous cacophony which would probably wake up the whole mountain in due time. As she waited for Bob to dance to the rhythm, Alana picked a violent tune which included the occasional scraping along the ground of one of the shells before she continued in a disarray of notes which held no true pattern or familiarity with one another, and which caused her top hat to tremble upon her head. Alana was truly no musician.
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Finishing the tender fish Alana had caught, Bob swallowed dolefully as he realised there would not be another mouthful to follow that last one. Alana had finished too, and was exclaiming about gamesh despite having her mouth now empty. Was there a difference between games and gamesh? Bob didn’t rightly know, but he wasn’t going to look party games/gamesh in the eyes and ask them to justify themselves. He could be quite accepting at times. Apparently though, the games/h involved two shells, which Alana dredged out from where she’d stowed all her last lot of stuff for the celebration, Bob’s parcels. Bob got down from the table and looked nonplussed, until she began to explain the rules.
“Dance! By ‘eck, I haven’t danced in years! I don’ know how pretty it’ll be…” Bob said warily, but Alana began bashing shell on rock and drowned out his complaints and misgivings. Bob listened, trying to pick out a rhythm to the sporadic bashings and scrapings, and soon found one, despite the jarring sounds. Concentrating hard, he tried bobbing and shaking his head to the beat, but a little too violently, finding that his hat swung, dangerously close to falling off. “Git back on there!” he said, jostling it back into place. A little more gingerly in the head-movements, Bob shook his other limbs, every now and again moving in time with the beat, but mostly hindered by his lack of a fourth leg.
Having limbered up a bit and remembered a few moves he’d known from his youth, Bob began jumping around a big more, splaying out legs then landing again with a huff of exertion each time. “Hurr, I still got it Alana!” he exclaimed, getting giddy with excitement and adrenaline. In the culmination of the music and food and happiness, Bob reared up on his back legs and wobbled around in shaky circles trying to balance, just managing to stay upright. "Still got the hat, yessir!" he exclaimed proudly, as the crown hung on for dear life.
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Bob's apparent misgivings about not knowing how to dance didn't last long. Perhaps that was because Alana gave him no choice, quickly smacking together the hard objects balanced in her paws, defying gravity with their swift movements, sending out a dire cacophony for Bob to dance to. A few seconds later, Bob began to jive to the beat, flailing about in the most marvelous way to Alana's fevered eyes. "Yay!" She exclaimed with joy, closing her eyes and bobbing her head to the beat. When she opened them again Bob's bopping had evolved into stiff scissor kicks; while Bob wasn't too old by wolf standards, his missing leg had aged his body quickly, in a very unkind way.
"Still got the moves!" Alana replied to Bob's huffing words, in a flash of sanity where she managed to string together a rather splendid sentence that didn't include any fruit. Bob reared up in a way Alana had done on many occasion, and while he was shaky, he did marvelously. Perhaps his balance was so much better than other wolves because he was only losing one leg that way, not two. Alana clapped happily, smashing the shells together loudly three more times then all of a sudden she stopped. Her paws, now still, had no way to really grip onto the shells and so they fell to the ground between her back paws with a clatter as she sat. The great grizzly leaned forward, expectantly peering at Bob, her top hat wobbling precariously. Had he stopped in time?
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While Bob’s moves weren’t quite the Macarena, they would have been enough to cause most wolves to stop and stare in disbelief. Or at least Bob would like to think they would, because he was giving it his best to try and keep up with Alana’s frantic bashing. She provided a superb audience, cheering and whooping on occasion, reassuring him that he indeed did still have the moves. He was sure they could show some of the younger wolves of the mountain a thing or two about the performing arts and gourmet meals, though he’d definitely have to leave the latter to Alana.
Suddenly for Bob though, everything went wrong. The shells’ cacophony abruptly stopped and unfortunately Bob happened to be in the most contorted, exertive position of all he’d tried so far as the last note was struck, reverberating around a little before finally dying out, leaving an expectantly eager Alana watching Bob totter in silence. He was lucky enough to be in the most stretched out and upright position he could be when it stopped, so as long as his legs could cope, gravity shouldn’t drag him down… he gritted his teeth, only now fully appreciating the luxury of having even three legs compared to two as he felt the muscles in his legs burning. Finely poised, Bob seemed to have reached an equilibrium and began to think he might be able to hold the position until Alana answered his prayers and started the music up again. It wasn’t to be however, as the slightest gust of wind bustled past.
Tipped very slightly off centre by the wind, less aerodynamic as he was in this upright position, Bob tried to correct balance but only ended up making the overbalancing worse. He toppled sidewards, flinging out legs, head and tail to try and correct the fall, but it was too late and despite his flailing he fell over. Looking up at Alana from the floor, Bob’s hat had swung low over one eye, but had survived; a testament to its strength of construction. He grinned up at her from the floor, and as he thought over what he’d just been doing, he guffawed with laughter. “I think this’ll make a grand story to tell sometime miss Alana!” He said through laughter, imagining recounting the tale of his birthday.
Climbing to his three paws, Bob trotted his way over to Alana and sniffed at the shells she had been using to make the music. “So’s your dance now right? I lost! Fell righ’ over!” Bob was far from distraught he’d lost though and still chortled to himself a little, at least he’d done it in style. “P’raps you can teach me a thing or two” he said grinning, imagining the big bear would make a good dancer.
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Bob had stopped at the peak of his game - it was only downhill from here. Alana saw him tottering and with a girlish, yet rather crazed, chuckle she clapped her paws together in excitement as she saw him fall in a blur of fur towards the ground. "No! You didn't statue!" She gabbled as Bob laughed himself, making his way over. With a massive grin, Alana picked herself up off the floor and trundled past Bob, nodding happily to both him and herself as she went. Upon reaching 'the dance floor', Alana turned a swift 180 to face Bob and the music.
"Now it's Alana's turn," she said happily, repeating what Bob had just said. "I can statue." The point of this game, what Bob seemed to be failing to understand, was not really the dancing. Rather it was the statueing at the end of the dancing. Alana shuffled her legs apart so that she stood ready, her stocky body supported by sturdy muscles. Then she lifted her broad muzzle to watch her friend, ready to move as soon as the music started. She couldn't wait. Alana had played this game many a time on her own, though without the luxury of real music, just that playing in her mind - and now she could 'statue' with the best of them.
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Alana exclaimed about Bob’s un-statue like collapse to the floor and feigned indignation. “You try makin’ like a statue while doin’ that!” he said grinning, though starting to feel the bruises a little from his fall. “I said I was gettin’ too old fer this” he said as he tried to work out the best way to bash the shells to make noise. Alana had made her way to the centre of the dancefloor, did a quick about-face, and waited for the music to resume. He set one shell on the floor and took the other in his mouth, since he had nothing else available to grip it with. Bobbing up and down, he struck one against the other, and once again the clashing tune rang out.
Alana’s sense of rhythm had definitely been better than Bob’s in the musical accompaniment she provided, and Bob was limited by how quickly he could move his head up and down. Still, it was a jaunty tune, and Bob grinned in anticipation of the moment he would choose to stop and test Alana’s ability to freeze. “You ready?” he called over his clashing and changing the tempo a bit. He kept going though, wanting to get her expecting the sign to stop and then giving her it when she least expected it. After some more bashing, giving the grizzly time to strut her stuff, Bob halted his clamour. Looking at Alana, he wagged his tail, waiting to see how she would do. Had he won the game?
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Can you finish this off please.
Alana danced and gambolled and generally frolicked about like a fairy. A big, brown fairy, but a fairy nonetheless. The top hat wavered and wobbled, hanging on to its prime position with gritted teeth and a determined grip. Alana twirled and jigged and bobbed, as though simply attempting to throw the poor hat off. In truth she had completely forgotten about it, and it was soon flung off despite its protests. Alana saw it hit the floor but no look of dismay crossed her face, for she was dancing, and dancing dampened all worry in her eyes.
Bob, however, still hadn't got the hang of the game. Just as she was doing a rather complex twirl, he called out to see if she was ready to stop. Well, talk about giving her an easy option. Immediately, Alana stood straight like she normally did, and simply tapped her foot up and down on the floor. He stopped the music just as she rose it to touch her chin and she stood there, deathly still, waiting for the judgement, a manic grin on her face. Oh Bob wasn't going to win this competition at all, and it was his own fault. But he got the present, so Alana reasoned it wouldn't matter that she would win the trophy for best ballerina.
And the top hat lay solemnly in a corner, utterly forgotten.
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Alana stood stock still the moment he stopped the music, and as the slight echoes died down, Bob saw that his plan to put her off balance had backfired completely. She’d just switched to a simple dance and stopped easily, and Bob had to admit he’d been royally beaten. No disastrous collapse happened to Alana, she simply stood, not moving a muscle. “Ah blast it, Alana! I need to practise some more, we should play again sometime!” Unfortunately her hat had come off, but Bob’s remained just perched on his head. He’d keep it as another memento of his birthday party, to go with his bone.
The sun was sinking down now though, signalling the onset of evening. “We’d best be gettin’ on down ‘n comfy somewhere for the night Alana,” he said, with a wide yawn. “Thank’ee for the party, Alana” he said a little abashedly, not really good at getting across his gratitude. “I’ll ne’er forget it, no sir.” With that, he trotted off and picked up his bone, then set off for home and his den.
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