mollyjolly
A friendly face? 210/365
Wonderland was turning out to be nothing like Frankie and Bingo had expected. It seemed that the old regime had suffered major setbacks, and others had risen in power. After watching the mouse for some time, Frankencow decided that he must be one of the new elite, and that his car was a symbol of his newfound power.
"Are we just going to sit here all day?" Bingo asked. He was tired of inaction - it was time for some more adventure.
"No, just long enough to make sure we understand the lay of the land," Frankie replied, only halfway paying attention to the monkey. She had noticed that the mouse seemed to have a housekeeper and a dog, and she was hopeful that one of them would help her and Bingo.
"Gosh, we've just been waiting and waiting," Bingo said with a sigh. A whine had entered his voice, and he sounded petulant as he uttered this.
Frankie turned to give him a stern look. "Do you want to be put in jail? Do you want to be beheaded?"
Bingo shook his head no to each of these.
"Then be patient," Frankie told him. "I'm trying to figure out if we should talk to the mouse's housekeeper or his dog."
"Why didn't you just say so?" Bingo asked. "I could have saved us a bunch of time. The dog's the one to ask for help."
"What makes you say that?" Frankie asked, perplexed. "You've barely even been paying attention to what's going on."
Bingo sighed again. How could he make the cow understand that he had monkey intuition when it came to certain animals? "I just know," he finally mumbled.
"Huh," Frankie said in a huff, but she had noticed that Bingo did have a way of just knowing things sometimes. Perhaps they should follow his instincts with this.
"Okay," she said after a moment's deliberation. "Here's what we'll do: we'll sneak around behind the mouse where he can't see us but the dog can."
"Good plan," Bingo admitted. He wasn't a sore sport - he was just bored. And right now, any action was good action in his mind. "Do you want me to get his attention?"
"I was hoping you could take care of that end of things," Frankie said, relieved Bingo was in a better frame of mind.
No sooner had the dog come over to where they were hiding than Frankie knew Bingo had been right: this dog would help them out. All they needed to do was ask the right questions and they could be on their way.
But Bingo was distracted again, and Frankie worried that this could cause them problems. If only he'd never seen that car.
A friendly face? 210/365
Wonderland was turning out to be nothing like Frankie and Bingo had expected. It seemed that the old regime had suffered major setbacks, and others had risen in power. After watching the mouse for some time, Frankencow decided that he must be one of the new elite, and that his car was a symbol of his newfound power.
"Are we just going to sit here all day?" Bingo asked. He was tired of inaction - it was time for some more adventure.
"No, just long enough to make sure we understand the lay of the land," Frankie replied, only halfway paying attention to the monkey. She had noticed that the mouse seemed to have a housekeeper and a dog, and she was hopeful that one of them would help her and Bingo.
"Gosh, we've just been waiting and waiting," Bingo said with a sigh. A whine had entered his voice, and he sounded petulant as he uttered this.
Frankie turned to give him a stern look. "Do you want to be put in jail? Do you want to be beheaded?"
Bingo shook his head no to each of these.
"Then be patient," Frankie told him. "I'm trying to figure out if we should talk to the mouse's housekeeper or his dog."
"Why didn't you just say so?" Bingo asked. "I could have saved us a bunch of time. The dog's the one to ask for help."
"What makes you say that?" Frankie asked, perplexed. "You've barely even been paying attention to what's going on."
Bingo sighed again. How could he make the cow understand that he had monkey intuition when it came to certain animals? "I just know," he finally mumbled.
"Huh," Frankie said in a huff, but she had noticed that Bingo did have a way of just knowing things sometimes. Perhaps they should follow his instincts with this.
"Okay," she said after a moment's deliberation. "Here's what we'll do: we'll sneak around behind the mouse where he can't see us but the dog can."
"Good plan," Bingo admitted. He wasn't a sore sport - he was just bored. And right now, any action was good action in his mind. "Do you want me to get his attention?"
"I was hoping you could take care of that end of things," Frankie said, relieved Bingo was in a better frame of mind.
No sooner had the dog come over to where they were hiding than Frankie knew Bingo had been right: this dog would help them out. All they needed to do was ask the right questions and they could be on their way.
But Bingo was distracted again, and Frankie worried that this could cause them problems. If only he'd never seen that car.