Haven't been inspired much lately, but today it happened! Behold, I bring a silly double-drabble as a late entry for Ingenuity.
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“Look, Sigrun!” Emil positively shook with excitement. “Rabbits!”
Sigrun looked. Yep, those were rabbits alright. And yep, that was Emil, her right-hand Swede – he understood the value of enthusiasm.
Or maybe he was just hungry? The weirdly desperate way he stared at those animals… Sigrun felt her stomach rumble in sympathy. She raised her gun. “One delicious rabbit stew coming right up!”
“Food, right.” Emil fumbled with his own weapon. He didn’t miss, though; between them, they shot five, before the rest scattered.
Sigrun beamed. “Good job! Let’s collect them and head right back. I’m starving.”
“Yes, let’s… Only… there’s this thing, a Cleanser recipe. You know I’ve been out of fire for a WEEK? Well, if I could just–”
When he was babbling like this, it was best to indulge him. “Go ahead. Do your thing.”
In response, Emil threw himself onto the ground, with an unusual lack of care for his new uniform. Still weird, but… oh well. Sigrun collected the animals.
She almost regretted her decision at dinnertime, when a sudden flame-jet burned a tent to the ground in seconds. Almost: it had been Emil’s own tent, after all. And, of course, he was used to sharing.
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This drabble was inspired by an article I found online. That article’s title: “Ariz. man uses rabbit poop to make flamethrower, shoots 30-foot flames.”
