Retticent and Millicent go to Texas

By: Obeo Ashton-Greene

Copyright © 2012 Obeo Ashton-Greene

Smashwords ISBN: 978-1-4658-7574-7

Ontario, Canada

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Retticent and Millicent go to Texas

Rettie looked Millie in the eye and said, “I’m going to Texas!”

Millie started to ask, What…? and Rettie was gone to the second floor. Quick as a bunny.

Millie followed suite and found Rettie all ‘bull-horned’ ears and ‘tip-toeing’ at the base of the stairs. Millicent stopped and nudged Rettie, as to say, “Hey…” Rettie turned and touched Millie’s smoot as to say, “Let’s roll.”

They rolled, as Rabbits roll, cautiously.

After a good minute of indecision and smoot bunting Rettie tore off up the stairs seemingly in haste. Millicent, after 3 attempts, breached the threshold. Rettie was to be found breathless under the table where the tall one had vacuumed. Millie and Rettie nudged smoots and gathered scoots. They had found each other.

Rettie nudges Millie, “I’m going to Texas.”

This is where Millie’s greatest traits come into place. You see, Millicent is cool in any circumstance whereas Rettie goes to “Texas”. The wide open spaces and skies as long as the imagination - that was where Rettie lived. Millie lived by the water dish. At that moment Retticent tore off into the bedroom headlong for something and knowing full well she was safe. Paradise. I often thank no one in general that I can create a safe place - as long as it is fated. Millicent, of course, is seen pondering whether to go to the TV room to see D.A.D or pursue Retticent. In 5 head flips she thumps into the TV room.

“Good Afternoon, Millicent”, I stated with my grandest Winston S. Churchill affectation.

And then in a bold, almost blinding conviction to bad Italian accents I continued with a belligerent belch of: “Millicent: Avante!” Totally uncalled for and I think it threw Millicent off her cantor for about 5 steps. Meanwhile Retticent is off in Texas and I start to hear the postings from the front. You see, Rabbits, because they don’t make a sound, normally communicate by marking and chewing. Cute if you live in the woods! In a home domestication of Rabbits is a constant seige until the babies come of age. That is why you have a place like “Texas.”