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 Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2008 10:40 am
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It was probably a comical sight, to say the least, as he sat down and tried to figure out the best way of prying open the turtle's shell to get to the meat. His mother had told him that the belly was the softest place, and had showed him how to rip pry it open in that area to get to the underside - but he hadn't done it, she had. Recreating it was a little harder than it originally sounded.
"Er, yeah," he said with a huff. He had put one paw on one side of the turtle, and was trying to pry up the other side with his paw. Needless to say it wasn't working too well. With a frown, he glanced back at her to see what she was doing. Why was she even bothering with the log? They already had the turtle they needed! He sniffed, in an irritated manner, but made a motion for her to hurry up and come help him. "I can't get it open."
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Posted: Fri Mar 21, 2008 5:39 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2008 3:07 pm
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He really did want all the glory of pulling it open, and he would have been right pleased if he had known that she had registered that little tidbit. He had seen his mother do it and he wanted to prove that he could too now that he was older! Once she put her paws in place, he moved to begin tugging at it. This was easier, but he still wasn't accomplishing much.
"If we did that," he said with a deep breath and a slight huff, "it would jsut crush the shell up and the meat inside wouldn't be very good." An irritated gleam settled on his features, but he continued to work despite it all. He put his paws on where he was trying to rip open, using his back feet to brace himself against the shell. He tugged, harder and harder, and just when he thought he couldn't do it - there was a loud, horrible ripping noise.
Given the sudden ripping of the shell, his balance was thrown off from his own force, and he was sent tumbling backwards, head over heels, until he landed face down in a slump. He groaned, standing up, and shook himself off. It wasn't quite the regal triumph he had been looking for, but it was better than nothing. He sauntered back to where she was slowly, taking a deep breath, and a slow grin spread across his maw. "I.. er.. we did it."
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 12:55 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 8:26 pm
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"I did do it, didn't I?" he said with a proud, wide smirkish grin. He puffed his chest out slightly, surveying his handiwork. He had done a darn good job if he didn't say so himself. He'd found the turtle, opened it up to get to the meat, and his hard work was about to pay off with a tasty meal. He could barely wait to tell his mother! His grin widened, but as soon as his eyes shifted up towards her it faded slight to a more modest gleam. "Well, you did help, and I probably couldn't have done it without you - at least not this easy." Well, that was as close as he was probably going to come to actually thanking her.
"It does not look disgusting!" he said, a slight huff on his features, a slight grumpy gleam in his eyes, but he didn't push it. Pushing her usually ended up badly - she could play the game much better than he could. He simply leaned down to take a big chunk of the meat, ripping it off, and swallowing it with a slop smack. His tongue rolled over his jowls, licking up the juices that drained from the turtle's carcass. Once he was done, he simply offered his a smirk-like grin, "it's delicious."
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2008 2:30 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 12:18 pm
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He glanced up from his rather tasty meal as she trotted off to act dramatic in the brush, her sounds of retching making his scrunch up, although the slight smirk made it all too obvious he knew she was only faking it. Of course, he was also fully aware that she didn't want to appear serious, and the game made him grin. He probably wouldn't have been very happy if she had actually wretched. One, he would have been insulted. Two, he would have been somewhat ashamed (this was something his dearest mummy had shown him after all). Then, three, he would have felt a little bad that she was sick. Good that it was just all fun and games!
"Well, I guess if you gotta go, you gotta go, right?" he flashed her a grin, maw damp with the blood from the turtle, teasing her with the sight. He simply flicked his tail, snapping it against the ground, and leaned down to gnaw a bit more at the meat. Of course, he sat back up just in time to shout out, "See ya later!" Then, with a chuckle, he went back to his meal.
Today wasn't so bad. She'd helped him get food, she hadn't been that annoying, and then she'd gone away when he wanted to eat. He could deal with her if this was all she ever did from now on.
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