Finish That Thought #2-10 (Judge's Comments)
Prompt: The day [Anna dyed her hair purple] was the day the news broke that notorious mass murderer [John "The Chef" Baxter] had escaped from police custody.
Special Challenge: Incorporate some type of life lesson or moral
The day Mrs. Chibbles dyed her fur purple was the day the news broke
that notorious mass murderer Evil-Eye Kinevil had escaped from police
custody. Of course the former news out-rivaled the latter news by far
in Persimmon Hallow. Kinevil had a habit of eluding Sheriff Hopsalot’s
brute squad on a daily basis. Well, eluding or eating them as the case
more often was. This unfortunate fact of life was one of the main
factors in our continually electing the rabbits as our police force
against the nefarious hawks. It didn’t matter how many brave, young
lads the birds carted away, there were always 10 or 12 more bright-eyed,
eager bunnies to take their places. Rapid breeding and all.
where was I going with this? Oh yes! Mrs. Chibbles, the newest bride
of Harry Chibbles the hedgehog, went into Selma Salamander’s Salon on
Tuesday as usual to get her fur trimmed. This was a weekly habit of
hers as the paparazzi hardly ever left the poor chinchilla alone. She
didn’t mind the attention much, fame and food were two of the reasons
she consented to the inter-specie marriage after all. She came from the
city, where she had her own human servant to wait on her hand and foot.
What brought her to our little community? I’m not sure exactly,
though I think the “leaked” story, if you pardon that phrase, is that
she grew tired of the glamour and decided to travel the world.
Personally, I believe she fell out of a car on the way to somewhere and
the human didn’t bother to retrieve her.
Ah, here I am digressing
again. Anyway, Mrs. Chibbles went into that salon grey and came out
purple. It was the most beautiful shade of purple I’d ever laid eyes
on, a deep purple, like an eggplant. The horrors! The sacrilege!
Never before had such a colour been seen in Persimmon Hallow. Beautiful
though the colour was, we townsfolk found it extremely offensive.
Well, those pesky mosquitoes swarmed on her in an instant with their
microphones shoved against her snout and the fireflies stood by with
their cameras flashing away. Mrs. Chibbles was in raptures. She
preened her fur and strutted down Main Lane in all her rebellious glory.
Then, just like that, she was gone. Timothy Fieldmouse claims
he saw old Evil-Eye glide off into the trees with a mass of purple fur
clutched in his talons. As for me, I believe the Maker snatched her
disgraceful hide from the earth. After all, chinchillas have no
business being purple.