affame_le_geant_saumboo fyn gula even though the lost boy sounded optimistic on the phone with potentilla, he was in an absolute panic. it was 3:57am and she had not yet arrived. beads of sweat formed about his face and he was finding it hard to breathe. his trust was blind, he knew, but what else could he do fucked at this last minute by the self-consumed meeterskeeter? he couldn't kick his ass like he wanted to for it would create a ruckus that would surely wake the king and queen. he couldn't pull his tail anyway because no doubt meeterskeeter would instantly retalliate with another act of violence. scratched again or possibly bitten. so the time was now 3:58am and there existed no other alternative but to wait for a mouse to save his life. he took out a black and white checked handkerchief to wipe his dripping face. "calm down, saumboo," meeterskeeter said, and that was the lost boy's name if you were wondering. "potentilla will show or she'll become my dinner." he layed down on the pillow and flipped to one side. saumboo stroked him on the belly to help ease his nerves, you do know that having a pet in the house will lower your blood pressure, don't you? "if potetilla does not show and you eat her, where will that leave me?" saumboo whispered, checking his watch for the seventh time. he frantically looked about the room to see any trace of a mouse's entrance. it was 3:59am. "i don't much care about your future," meeterskeeter said, playfully kicking at saumboo's hand. he winced when his wound was accidently struck. "you've done nothing but use me all these years to secure your safe position in the castle. besides, i'm not happy here. plain and simple. and when a tomcat is unhappy, it moves on to where the females are in heat, i mean where there are females to meet." he purred in meditative repose, oblivious to the fact saumboo was in a deep crisis. suddenly there was a scitter, scatter, scuffle along the parquet floor of the royal bedroom and before saumboo could see where it was coming from, he turned back, sweat flying, to see meeterskeeter sitting up and potentilla on the pillow beside him. if a mouse in a dress could look beautiful, then this one was radiant. "sorry," potentilla said bowing her head with sincere regret and apology. she quickly washed her face with two swipes of her white gloved paws. " i know i cut it close on time but i couldn't find my vera wang anywhere. i had to settle for this burberry thing. hmpff!" she stamped her foot quite hard but saumboo and meeterskeeter could not hear it. saumboo checked his watch. it clicked unabashedly to 4ooam. he was now in the emergency zone. one minute to sound the waking alarm. 011120 what's it to you? who go blather from