Moving in 2
Sep. 16th, 2004 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievensHollow yells at knives and forks are sounding through empty rooms when they march in single file into their box. "That is not your place!" A hand pulls a salt shaker out off the line of cutlery.
"Where is your box?" the stern voice asks.
Shaking Salty nods towards the rack filled with spices.
"Why aren't you on there?"
"It's the garlic," the tiny voice answers, "He smells."
But the pointing finger doesn't give room for arguments. The tiny salt shaker slouches towards the spices' rack and takes his place right next to the garlic, while scrunching up his nose because of the stench.
"Where is your box?" the stern voice asks.
Shaking Salty nods towards the rack filled with spices.
"Why aren't you on there?"
"It's the garlic," the tiny voice answers, "He smells."
But the pointing finger doesn't give room for arguments. The tiny salt shaker slouches towards the spices' rack and takes his place right next to the garlic, while scrunching up his nose because of the stench.
