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| Your Pets Have Been Requisitioned | |
| By Asferthecat | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| 26 April 2008 | ||||||||||||||||||||||
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Just a short one, 600 words “Your pets have been requisitioned by the Department of Food. Please have them ready for collection by Friday.” Blissfully unaware of the letter that had come through the door the previous day, Tiddles was lying curled up in her basket by the fire. Suddenly her sleep was disturbed by her mistress, who leapt to her feet and gazed out of the window. A van, with ‘Department of Food’ written along the side, was parking outside the house. “It’s those pet-stealing bastards,” shrieked her mistress, “It’s only Thursday - they’ve come early.” She swooped down on Tiddles, and scooped her up into her arms. Her master picked up the basket and pushed it behind the sofa. “Quick,” he said. “I’ll keep them talking, while you hide Tiddles.” The unfortunate Tiddles was rushed through the kitchen and out through the backdoor into the garden. A small potting shed stood half-hidden behind a rambling rose bush. “You hide there, my darling, until the nasty men are gone.” Her mistress placed a sloppy kiss on the top of Tiddles’ head and gently put her on a piece of sacking. Tiddles shook herself crossly. She had been warm and cosy in front of the fire, now she had been abruptly woken and thrown into this cold, potting shed. She peered through the cobwebby window to try and make out what was happening. Her master was still arguing with the newcomer. “Friday, it says Friday.” “It says by Friday. We are coming to collect your pets by Friday.” The newcomers voice was deep and showing signs of strained patience. “No it says – have them ready by Friday.” Her master’s voice was becoming shriller with irritation. Tiddles couldn’t understand the words, but she could tell the mood of the speakers and reckoned she was probably better off to stay in the safety of the potting shed. She settled down on the sacking. “Horses, yes, I can understand horses, I like a nice piece of horsemeat myself. But dogs and cats?” “And snakes and monkeys and lizards?” added her mistress. “There’s no meat on them,” continued her master, “and I bet they taste horrible.” The man from the Department said something too quietly for the listening Tiddles to make out the words. “Sausages?” screamed her mistress. “Remind me never to eat a sausage again.” Whatever the argument was about, it looked as if it was going to be a long one. Tiddles was resigning herself to a miserable evening in the potting shed, when she heard the van drive away. At last she could get back to her basket by the fire and, perhaps, some nice warm milk. She emerged from the potting shed and was shocked to find herself face to face with an enormous overseer in an official uniform. He gave a triumphant smile when he saw her, and light from the house reflected off his huge scythe-like teeth. “Got you,” he said, laying a heavy hand on her shoulder. She could feel his claws digging into her. Tiddles cried out in pain, and her master and mistress - came running out of the house. “Oh Tiddles,” cried her mistress. “Why didn’t you stay hidden?” Tiddles held out her arms, begging her owners to come to her rescue. “Oh please sir,” said her mistress to the official. “Please don’t take Tiddles, she’s only a baby – she’s not even fully grown yet.” Tears were running down her furry cheeks as she clasped her hands in supplication. “She’s hardly big enough for one sausage,” pleaded her master. “Please spare her, she means so much to us.” “Any more trouble from you two,” said the official, thrusting Tiddles into one of the sacks tied around his waist, “and I will have you arrested for obstructing an officer in the pursuance of his duty. Some people think these naked apes are intelligent, but I say they are as stupid as any other animal. This one fell for the oldest trick in the book.” It was warm in the sack and Tiddles settled down to sleep again. Hopefully, wherever she was being taken, there would be a cosy fire and a nice drink of milk at the other end of the journey.
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