Okibi grunted and growled as she bumbled her way down one of the halls of the Halls of Learning. It'd been a while since she'd been back to the large library, and she had to admit, she never thought she'd be returning as . . . frumpy dinosaur. The thick material of the suit was stifling and already she could feel a bead of sweat trickling its way down her back. She leaned against a doorway, panting in the hot suit; Okibi was starting to think someone had it in for her, giving her such a ridiculous mission.
She was filling in for the person who usually played the role of Skippy: The Happy Green Dinosaur, because he'd come down with the flu recently. Unfortunately, he had story time lined up the next day, and the library couldnt just tell all the children that showed up to go back home right? Of course not . . .
The children were gathered together in the Adolescent reading area, seated on a brightly colored rug. They were all chattering excitedly, but the moment they saw her dressed in her silly green costume, they all went quiet. For all of two seconds, then they erupted into screeches and squeals. Okibi wanted to clap her hands over her ears - her hearing was a little more sensitive than a normal persons after all - but instead she dug her claws into the material surrounding her hands. If she didnt perform well, she might not get paid.
Thank the sands they couldnt see her real face though; she doubted even the wrath of nature could make her smile right now.
She could, however, manipulate her voice to sound like she was happy. "Hey kids! Are you ready to hear a great story!?" She said, bouncing around on her feet and waving her arms around like a crazy person. The children all exclaimed as one, "Yeeeees!". So she dove right in, using a large flip book with pictures as a visual aid to make the story more stimulating for the young ones. By the time she got to the middle, she was sweating like a pig and about as miserable as one in a slaughter house. Somehow she was able to keep it from showing in her actions or her voice.
But then one of the little darlings thought it would be funny to start throwing raisins at her. Who was the stupid ass that gave them raisins!? She wanted to go find the person and smack them with her big, fuzzy dinosaur hands. The rhythmic ploks of the little morsels hitting her suit were starting to drive her crazy!
Eventually, she lost it. "QUIT THROWING YOUR STUPID SHRIVELED GRAPES AT ME YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SH-" She stopped herself just before she actually said something bad. The kids had all gone deathly quiet, watching her with big, round eyes. None of them had expected Skippy to explode like that. Coughing, Okibi patted down the fake hair on her head, and with fortitude she didnt know she had, somehow reined in her temper. "Piece of shweetness. Raising should be eaten, not thrown." And she went back to telling her story.
But alas, the kid never stopped throwing those damn raisins . . .
[Word Count: 547]
She was filling in for the person who usually played the role of Skippy: The Happy Green Dinosaur, because he'd come down with the flu recently. Unfortunately, he had story time lined up the next day, and the library couldnt just tell all the children that showed up to go back home right? Of course not . . .
The children were gathered together in the Adolescent reading area, seated on a brightly colored rug. They were all chattering excitedly, but the moment they saw her dressed in her silly green costume, they all went quiet. For all of two seconds, then they erupted into screeches and squeals. Okibi wanted to clap her hands over her ears - her hearing was a little more sensitive than a normal persons after all - but instead she dug her claws into the material surrounding her hands. If she didnt perform well, she might not get paid.
Thank the sands they couldnt see her real face though; she doubted even the wrath of nature could make her smile right now.
She could, however, manipulate her voice to sound like she was happy. "Hey kids! Are you ready to hear a great story!?" She said, bouncing around on her feet and waving her arms around like a crazy person. The children all exclaimed as one, "Yeeeees!". So she dove right in, using a large flip book with pictures as a visual aid to make the story more stimulating for the young ones. By the time she got to the middle, she was sweating like a pig and about as miserable as one in a slaughter house. Somehow she was able to keep it from showing in her actions or her voice.
But then one of the little darlings thought it would be funny to start throwing raisins at her. Who was the stupid ass that gave them raisins!? She wanted to go find the person and smack them with her big, fuzzy dinosaur hands. The rhythmic ploks of the little morsels hitting her suit were starting to drive her crazy!
Eventually, she lost it. "QUIT THROWING YOUR STUPID SHRIVELED GRAPES AT ME YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SH-" She stopped herself just before she actually said something bad. The kids had all gone deathly quiet, watching her with big, round eyes. None of them had expected Skippy to explode like that. Coughing, Okibi patted down the fake hair on her head, and with fortitude she didnt know she had, somehow reined in her temper. "Piece of shweetness. Raising should be eaten, not thrown." And she went back to telling her story.
But alas, the kid never stopped throwing those damn raisins . . .
[Word Count: 547]