Accidental Time-Travel
I'm a rabbit. Yeah, I bet you're wondering why a rabbit is writing this story.... I would be too, but I guess I know what happened to me, being pushed into a stuffy science lab, experimented on and thrown into weird and random quests and missions... well.. I'm giving too much away I'll start from the beggining...
"Intriguing...." The scientist said. It's one of the many words you don't particularly want to hear, being thouroughly studied by a mad man with freaky wiry hair and a lab assistant who looks like he never washes. I yelped as I was prodded by Mr Stinky-Armpits and he chuckled, but it sounded like a weasel being strangled. "Intriguing..." Science Man repeated, showing that he clearly had the vocabulary range of a teaspoon. I growled. Mr Weasel Breath, no offence to any weasels out there, laughed/strangled some weasles some more. "Albino!" He suddenly cried, throwing his arms up, and almost throwing me. But talk about stating the obvious, yes, I know I'm white, I know I have pink eyes, and I know I'm albino! How did that man become a scientist anyway...I know! He hypnotised someone and stole their identity ... or maybe he jumped in and demanded to be one - wherever you go to be a scientist. Do they even have these places? Mad Guy smiled, then plonked down onto a chair. As soon as his bum touched the chair, he was sparko, out like a light, kapoof. He fell asleep, just like that. But you can't blame him, he is at least 200 years old but then he would be dead unless he was immortal...or a vampire... that does explain the very large teeth ... sort of. Oh well, I guess now I will never know... His eyes stayed shut and his breathing seemingly halted for quite a while. I think he's dead now... Halleluiah! Oh, wait, no. D'oh! Actually, I'm not saying all sciencetists are like that... well maybe I am... Oh! I don't know! Anyany way-the story... where was I? Oh yes! So the Mad Man almost threw me! I... well... I actually pooed all down his shirt in fright! But I'm a rabbit. We don't really need toilets. But the next day, probably because... ahem... of my little 'accident' Mad Hair sold me to someone. This man always wore a black cloak and a tall top hat. And he was always shoving me into this hat, then pulling me out as if he couldn't make up his mind about anything. And every time people - little people - with curios round heads looking at me in amazement. There were also what looked like adults standing looking bored and tired - as if they had seen me 100 times which come to think of it they must have ... I'm getting giddy with all this up and downing stuff. |
Anyway one time he dunked me in his hat and, well, I didn't get tugged back out. I waited... and waited... and waited. In the end I had a glance out. I was nowhere near my original suroundings! I stumbled back into the 'Devil' hat and my bum pressed against something hard... The hat had a button saying 'DO NOT TOUCH' in blood red lettering, so I pressed it. I got shook and shaked to bits. when it stopped, I looked out and screamed. "A VOLCANO! A VOLCANO! A VOLCANO! Wait. A volcano? I'm a rabbit, how am I supposed to know about volcanoes?!" I muttered to myself madly. Then my eyes grew wide as a massive foot stomped about a inch from my face. My saucer eyes travelled up... and up... until I had a pain in my neck for staring up to high. I saw a face. A huge face. A huge face with even massiver teeth! I retreated instinctively back into the hat and pushed the button frantically. I stared up again, expecting to see a giant lizard like I did last time... But no... "Oh mon! Un chapeau et à l'intérieur .. Un lapin? Incroyable, un blanc pur une! Tout le monde, venez voir!" What did that bloke just say? Sounded French. I checked a convenient French to English dictionary. Apparantly, he had said: Oh my! A hat and inside .. A rabbit? Incredibly, a pure white one Everybody, come see! Suddenly, everyone crowded around me, stinky people, covered in something... Then, to my horror, one of them, picked up the hat, with me in it and said: "C'est un chapeau très agréable. Je pense que je vais le prendre à la mairie. L'incident tarte à la crème ne sera pas question quand je lui donne ça!" I checked that all-so-covinient dictionary again: This is a very nice hat. I think I will take it to the mayor. The custard pie incident won't matter when I give him this! I was battered and bruised by the time we made it to the Town Hall place. "Bonjour. J'aime votre chapeau ... Puis-je l'avoir?" The mayor grinned. Hello. I like your hat. Can I have it? "NO YOU CAN'T!" I squeaked, and pushed the warning button over and over. Eventually, I tumbled out. Infront of all the small people and big people... "HI! DID YOU MISS ME?!" By Immy and Mad |