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8th Short - [Action]
Aug. 10th, 2011 07:01 pm[Today, the villagers who are taking a walk near the northern edge of the village will find a trail of footsteps leading out of the forest. Peculiar animal footsteps, namely those of a very large rabbit walking only on his hind legs. What's even more peculiar about them is that they consist of a thick black ink, which will dry completely after an hour or so. There's even more inkdrops surrounding the footsteps and soiling the ground. Don't worry though, it's not harmful, smelly or poisonous.
That's right, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit is back. He's having a little problem 'keeping his act together', so to speak. Whatever force usually keeps his paint in the form he's supposed to have, it's defective. He is now an endlessly dripping monstrosity, right down to the blue pants. The only thing that isn't affected are his wings, of course, as they don't consist of paint at all.
Oswald, being the showman that he is, can't pass up this opportunity to scream for attention. He's sitting on his knees in the square, raising his hands to the sky dramatically.]
I'M MELTING! MEEELTIIIIING!
[He pauses, raising a thoughtful hand to his chin and splattering some ink into the fountain while doing so.] ... Wait, that's not right. Leaking? No... Hm... Oh, got it!
[Back to the drama pose!]
I'M DRIPPING! DRIIIPPPIIIIING!!!
Oh, what a world!
[Then he falls to the ground, still oozing black, white and blue paint all over the place. A moment of silence... Then he gets to his feet again, bowing to his audience. What a star, what a genius. Oh yes.]
That's right, Oswald the Lucky Rabbit is back. He's having a little problem 'keeping his act together', so to speak. Whatever force usually keeps his paint in the form he's supposed to have, it's defective. He is now an endlessly dripping monstrosity, right down to the blue pants. The only thing that isn't affected are his wings, of course, as they don't consist of paint at all.
Oswald, being the showman that he is, can't pass up this opportunity to scream for attention. He's sitting on his knees in the square, raising his hands to the sky dramatically.]
I'M MELTING! MEEELTIIIIING!
[He pauses, raising a thoughtful hand to his chin and splattering some ink into the fountain while doing so.] ... Wait, that's not right. Leaking? No... Hm... Oh, got it!
[Back to the drama pose!]
I'M DRIPPING! DRIIIPPPIIIIING!!!
Oh, what a world!
[Then he falls to the ground, still oozing black, white and blue paint all over the place. A moment of silence... Then he gets to his feet again, bowing to his audience. What a star, what a genius. Oh yes.]
