Sixteen hundred full moons ago, RumbleVoice, a giant with a mission, and his mighty spy hawk, Samuel P. were up in the Butter Cup Mountains hunting for a young wild bobcat to bring home to socialize, when Samuel P. started flying around in a circle, and began to caw wildly. This was not Samuel P’s usual demeanor, as RumbleVoice had housed and clothed Samuel P. for at least eight hundred and twenty-seven full moons, and he had never heard Samuel P. caw except the time he accidentally left his steak out on the grill too long, and it had turned inedible, hard as a metal oven.
The bobcats came out of the mountains to gloat again, because they were fast of foot, and they were confident by now that they could not be contained by this cocky giant and his talon-laden pet. After all, these two inept boobs had been trying to snatch up a bobcat for hundreds of moons, without success.
RumbleVoice and Samuel P. did not see the bobcats, as their eyes were fully on a wild, baby bobcat, all alone, in the wild, snoozing peacefully in a patted down bit of grass fluff. No mom or dad around. Within seconds the bobcats who were much higher up on cliffs, spotted what the giant and his beastly bird had discovered, and they began to stir, arguing about whether or not they should do something. This was one of their own kind, a helpless baby. Many argued that this neonate should not be raised by a giant and a spy hawk. What did they know about hunting, or masticating?
A scribbling and scrabbling began, and these bobcats got quite angry and mean with each other. Some had to be bandaged, two ended up with stitches, and Poindexter, an exuberant teen bobcat had to be driven to the hospital by his irritated Step-Dad who had already warned him about fighting. It was Poindexter’s third scribble scrabble scrap in a week, and he had already been kicked out of the pride once for fighting.
As the scrimmage died out, it was discovered that the giant and his sidekick and the baby bobcat were gone, out of sight, probably off the mountain already, as the giant could do this with one step. These two interlopers had perhaps carried the baby bobcat to their lair, because he or she or whatever it was, was no longer in the deep fluffy grass.
The bobcats began arguing about whether they had truly seen what they thought they had seen. Some decided to not believe their large brown melty eyes, because they knew they would get angry all over again, thinking of one of their own kind raised by a giant. Some of the younger ones attempted to argue into the night about whether or not they should go down to the giant’s door and demand they release that baby bobcat.
Irritated now, due to lack of sleep, as it was two in the morning, the Mommy bobcats boxed their ears and told them to quiet down or they would leave them in the grass for the giant. So they wisely kept their counsel, and RumbleVoice and his hawk Samuel P. taught the bobcat how to use a cup and a saucer, how to sleep in a bed, and how to use a kitty box. This was a true win-win for them all.
Written 10-09-2018 Contest: October 2018 Writing Challenge
Sponsor: Dear Heart a.k.a. Broken Wings
1. New poem: funny and fantasy
2. Theme: Adventure
3. Form: Narrative
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018