Wearing a flashy new dress of just the prettiest violet you ever saw Nyan skipped up the driveway. Only one car had honked at her while she'd traipsed along the street from the heliport. She'd cut the engine in neat quarters with her swords and no other complaints had been forthcoming. Plus Nyan had found the cutest new pair of pantsu this morning! The stripes matching her new dress with the most darling little moose face smiling happily at any pervert who might look up her skirt.
So Nyan was in a pretty good mood as she cartwheeled up the steps. Foregoing the gate for a quick twisting flip over the fence to arrive to triumphant applause!
Um, triumphant applause!
She frowned at the lack of anything triumphant. Or even a wolf whistle. Or anything. Wow, this place was dead. “Is everyone asleep or something?” She got some morose stares before people went back to their fishing. Nyan was beginning to suspect that she wasn't going to like pond fishing.
But then happy thoughts forced their way back into her head. So turning her frown over into a smile she skipped across the grass. Convincing herself that this must have been a happening place earlier in the week. That this bummer quiet was just because everyone was tuckered out after a long squawk or something. A couple good whacks on the counter should perk them right up!
Except . . . except . . . her smile fell as something not quite right crept into her senses. She could smell . . . . ARGGGGGGGGG!!!!!! “Someone's been using Nyan-Away!!!!!!!!”
With a teeth rattling shiver Nyan scampered one way and then another. Running about crazily until she found a safe spot. Scratched her butt as she felt the rash settling in. Nyan-Away always made her break out with rashes in personal places. Looking to remain ladylike she tried to busy her hands and mind with other thoughts. A serious pout settling into place as she asked. “Just who would use that disgusting spray at a party?”
A weird marsupial looking type of guy with a bikini bottom on his head for some reason mumbled while sauntering by. “That would be Anias. It was his fishing prize and he sprayed it on his girlfriend Babs trying to stop her taking him away for a weekend of carnal pleasures.”
Nyan mouth dropped open in utter horror at the very thought! “My, my, my buddy Anias did that?” Then more horror slipped into her mind. “And then ran away with my BFF Babs!”
“Yeah.” Bikini hat shrugged. “Hey, ya going to fish or cut bait?” Waved at the crowd around the pond turning back to trying to put the head back on one of the garden gnomes.
“Well thanks for the consideration of my feelings.” The pout getting really serious now Nyan drew her swords. Then stomped over to a rapidly widening hole in the fishing crowd. Stood at the edge and began jabbing her swords into the water. “There! There! There! Fish! Fish! *&%^$^& Fish! Happy now! Happy Now!! Happy . . .” The backstroke of her swords came out of the water with something skewered by both blades cutting off her rant. “What the [surprise sonic boom] am I supposed to do with that!”
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