Chapter Fifteen ~ I just can't take people seriously when they eat bananas

The birds in the heavenly forest chirped in harmony in the lovely midmorning. Rosy sunlight filled the woods around the Zen pagoda with cheerful fuzzy warm quietness. The walrus was sleeping, so the woodlanders felt safe and happy.





"NOOOO!!!!" AWC woke up in her zen pagoda screaming.





"Oh no!" Lemony exclaimed. "Florence, quick, remember our post-apocalyptic training?"





"Yes!" Florence flew in through the window, first aid kit strapped tightly to his back. "I knew this day would come!"





"Excellent! I'll get the fire extinguisher!"





"I've got the pickaxe!"

With that, the small rabbit and owl both ran out the door doing their best impressions of war cries. "We've got this covered, AWC, don't worry!" Lemony called back. "AAAAIIIIEEEEEE!!!!"

AWC sat and stared. "Well. Don't see that every morning."

"Hey!" AWC heard a shout. A rock came flying through one of the windows of the zen pagoda, crushing the glass into smitherines. "Oh, CRAP!"

"Paolo! You're such a moron! You're supposed to throw small rocks! Now she's got to think up a new window!"

"Why are you always so judgemental of me, Loretta? Ugh!"

"Anyone capable of using logic would see that you can't hurl a huge rock at a window and not expect it to break!"

"Guys, can't you just chill?"

AWC hobbled dazedly over to the hole in the wall and shiny pile of glass on the floor where the window used to be. "This is inconvenient," she said, trying to tiptoe around the glass pieces. Glass and bare feet don't go very well together. We tried setting them up once, but the whole affair got blown majorly out of proportion and the two never spoke again. They don't even take the same subway anymore!

Director: CUT! Ok. Narrator. Can I call you Narry? No? Ok. I think you're overdoing it a smidge with the whole personifying and the creepy and the...

Narrator: What? Can't I use my creative skills from time to time?

Director: Sorry, what creative skills?