Thingy

1 0 0
                                    

"Pssss... come over here!" a voice came out of bushes.

"Stand where you are no matter whoever you are!" Ivan almost jumped up from surprise, having somehow inexplicably managed to rotate him in the jump for two hundred sixty-seven and a half degrees in a direction to a source of potential danger.

"And what should the flying ones do – stop right where they are flying?" a reasonable question came out of bushes once again.

"Whoever is here, show yourself!" the hero, for many yet unknown, and for us already named, continued making his proposition.

"Hey, stop being afraid of me already!" someone hiding in bushes soothingly noticed. "Look, you've stopped on your way, but is that's a big deal? You have been wandering through this local forest aimlessly nevertheless. And here you've got a nice chance to chit-chat with somebody heart-to-heart... with me, for instance."

"And where might you be, I wonder?" the brave one, who has already recovered from a first shock, wasn't appeased in the curiosity. "You may turn out to be a terrible and horrific monster, trapping lonely travelers on their way to people, you know?"

"Oh, pardon me, what's the point for me to be nasty!" a sniff came somewhere sideways this time. "Who will covet us in this case? Besides, we are not awful, but peaceful and truly democratic, to say so. We bring happiness, struggle for human rights. A freedom of choice, relations, conscience. And so on, and so forth."

"So, you are a female? A representative, of so to say, fair sex?" Ivan was taken aback.

"Well, fair for someone, and nasty for another. It all depends here on the level of reason, as they say."

"From what?" Ivan didn't understand.

"Well... it's such a thing – a level. And the reason – what's the reason? Simply a profanation!" a giggling came out of the next tree. "Where were you going here, I wonder?"

"On affairs!" Ivan muttered. "I am not going to tell strangers everything, especially having not seen them eye to an eye. Maybe, they don't even possess the eyes?"

"Maybe they don't..." a reasonable notice doubled itself. "And, maybe, ones such as me don't even require it."

"Hey, you, eyeless monster! I am going fire at you an arrow from my bow, and where it will strike ye – either to an eye or some other body spot – is a minor matter!" barked Ivan and got behind bow and arrows.

"Well, you are not some sort of cupid to stick all passers-by with arrows of love, are you? And besides... what if it turns out that I am that wonderful frog-princess, whom you are required to kiss to further live on together with her in a happiness and consent till death itself won't separate you? Wouldn't you really want to try it out, m-m-m-m?" the voice of female stranger was getting more and more tender and viscous.

"All right," Ivan finally agreed. "I will always have the time to make a frog for needles from you," he summarized. "But you must be leaving your bushes hideout strictly one by one, and keep in mind – I am holding you on sight!"

"Oh, just look at what courageous and brave companion I have found! I am almost burning whole from desire!" stranger girl sang with pleasure and, finally, left her bush-like hiding place.

"A-a-a... o-o-o... u-u-u-u... e-r-r-r... you are such..." mumbled Ivan.

"Beautiful, huh? It has been so since my very birth."

"That's not the word..."

"And what sort of word would it be, m-m-m?" mysterious acquaintance continued smiling, gracefully pacing before Ivan.

On the Wings of Hope: Prose (Recognized)Where stories live. Discover now