NaraMoore ⛩️👻八尺様👻⛩️ at FediGoldilocks and Brunhilde
#FanFiction @stevendbrewer – Bear and Forrest Stories
#Wss366 #Mastoprompt 12/4 #PIXIVCharitySanta
The Volpex Picnic Park’s bear stopped and took a puff of his smoke. There was only the back area to check, and then he could take a nap. He looked forward to a lazy, warm winter day. Very few people used the park during the winter, even on a bright sunny day like this.
The exception was Brunhilde’s family. He could count on her and her mom stopping by on any pleasant weekend. And sure enough, there was their car driving away.
He smiled. Their going home would make things easier. He liked Brunhilde, but she was a handful.
That was why the whimpering issuing from their favorite site surprised him.
The bear quietly put out his cigarette, entered the site, and found Brunhilde sobbing, a book clutched to her chest. The family's picnic things were on the table, but an ice chest was turned over on its side, empty.
“Now, now,” the bear said patting her on the back. Then, as gently as possible, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
The girl turned her tear-stained face up to look at the bear. “Nothing,” she said, wiping her nose with her sleeve.
“Big girls don’t cry over nothing,” Bear said, #brushing away her tears with the back of his paw. It scratched a bit, but seemed to comfort Brunhilde.
Bear continued, “It has to be something important for them to cry over. So what is it?”
“Masked bandits stole our picnic food, and Mom went to town to buy more. But she broke her promise to read to me.”
“That must have been Riteka Raccoon and her gang. I’ll deal with them later.”
Brunhilde held out the book. “Would you read to me, Mr. Bear?”
The bear looked at the book, squinting, trying to make out the title. “I know! Why don’t YOU read to me!”
“Oh,” Brunhilde said. “I’d love that.” A smile adorned her face. Any sign of #moping had disappeared.
She hurriedly opened the book and began, “Once upon a time, there was a girl named Goldilocks…”
“'…Someone is in my bed, and she is still there!' Goldilocks woke up and saw the three bears, screamed, and ran out of the house, never to return.”
Finished, Brunhilde asked, “Did you like the story, Mr. Bear?”
“It’s not the version I know, but I loved it.”
Suddenly, Forrest screamed from a nearby tree where they had been listening, “His version includes, ‘She took a puff of the cigar and said, “This is too strong.”’”
Brunhilde never heard the rest because Bear started throwing pinecones at Forrest.
#TootFic #MicroFiction #NMV366 #NMFic #Mythpunk #SliceOfLife
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