Eleven Truffula Trees

[whichwayyoulean]

[As the boats make their way back up the windy jungle river, the Once-ler takes this time to dictate into journal. Mostly to try to not pay attention to the fact they're on a large body of water. Again]

Day fifteen of unwilling capture.

We're back on the river of doom and heading back to the castle of even-larger-doom. Note to me: get a better security system to stop this from happening ever again. Seriously. Whoever said this would be fun and good for me clearly have me wrong. I don't find giant birds of death fun at all. They're not even slightly giggle-worthy.

Oh, and while we're on the subject. Quick poll for the people back in the castle. When you hear weird bird sounds in a jungle you've just landed at, do you mimic those sounds and so attract the attention of whatever is making those sounds so they come and make 'friends' with you?

If you answered 'no', then congratulations, you're not completely insane, which is more than can be said for some people who won't be named here.

...

His name rhymes with proud.

Comments

[ino]

[a little smile] Well, that's sweet of you, but I can handle myself, really. You've hardly seen anything I can do.

[whichwayyoulean]

That's true, and I'll admit, there's a little part of me that's afraid to see it.

[ino]

I admit, I have made grown men wet themselves in fear before. [ ... she hasn't. probably]

[whichwayyoulean]

I could believe it. You can be a scary lady sometimes.

...

And I mean that as a compliment.

[ino]

I'll take it as one. [amused] You really think I'm that scary, huh?

[whichwayyoulean]

I have a healthy respect and fear of anyone who can beat the tar out of me with their pinkie finger.

[ino]

[she'll grin at that]

Fair enough.