Chapter Fifteen of The Velveteen Tortoise is now available.
Luna the Baby Bunny
We’re all standing outside of the bolthole and Rez is running her hand over my shoulder, doing her best to soothe me. “Luna, stop moping and listen to me.”
I ignore her. Crossing my arms over my chest, I direct my glare at the still-smoking hole-in-the-ground.
I’m not moping. I’m fuming because I just set a fireproof canister on freaking fire, and Jo and Rez are still treating me like a temper tantrumming toddler.
“You’re wasting your breath, Rez.” Jo waves her hand at me. “Baby Bunny never listens. You gotta show her.”
Really? We’re regressing to Show-and-Tell tactics?
Jo arches her brow at me. “You’re the one actin’ like a toddler.”
“Unless you have something to say that actually fixes problems,” I point at her, giving my finger a good, hard jab, “then keep your all-knowing bullshit to yourself, Joia.”
“Bullshit,” Jo chuckles dryly. “You know, there’s an old Earth saying about monkeys.”
“Yeah.” I scoff. “I know.”
“Nah, ya don’t know.” Jo taps a finger on her brow, directly over her right eye. “It’s monkey see some obvious shit before its own damn eyes; monkey do something about it.”
“That…” I comb through my memory. “Yeah. That doesn’t sound right.”
“Well, it ain’t monkey listen to some heart-to-heart bullshit; monkey make the world all better.”
“That also doesn’t sound right.”
I mean, where’s the bit about infinite monkeys using infinite time to solve any problem…
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