Dice (late)
Exercise for October 30: Dice
The dice clattered and clacked over the tabletop, anxious to get away from the hand that had thrown them. Bobbie looked at them, amazed. He hadn't expected the trick to work, not twice in one day. The dice rolled some more, clicking as if annoyed with him, before finally settling in front of the red cup. It was the cup he had labelled "markers", and that actually contained his pet frog, Seymour. So the source of all his problems, evidently, was Seymour. The last time he'd tried asking the dice for the answer to a question like this, thye'd managed to give him the correct answers for half his math homework. So apparently there was something up with his frog.
Bobbie tapped the cup. "Seymour?" he asked. "Are you really a frog?"
Seymour just stared at him and croaked. At the sound of the croak, the dice jumped up again and started clacking at the cup. Seymour appeared totally unaffected by the actions of the dice. That was odd, Seymour was usually pretty jumpy; he'd put some plastic wrap (with holes in it) over the cup to make sure he couldn't get out. (The last time he put a frog of his in a plastic cup, he'd forgotten to put holes in the plastic wrap, and he'd forgotten about it and he'd found it the next day, because of the smell.) Bobbie tapped the cup again. Seymour rolled an eyeball to look at him, looking very disapproving. Then he looked through the cup to the dice, croaked again -- this time louder and deeper -- and the dice studdenly sopped their clacking.
270 words, probably 5 minutes. For some reason my computer was running very slowly... It's kind of distracting to have the words appear onscreen several seconds after you type them.
The dice clattered and clacked over the tabletop, anxious to get away from the hand that had thrown them. Bobbie looked at them, amazed. He hadn't expected the trick to work, not twice in one day. The dice rolled some more, clicking as if annoyed with him, before finally settling in front of the red cup. It was the cup he had labelled "markers", and that actually contained his pet frog, Seymour. So the source of all his problems, evidently, was Seymour. The last time he'd tried asking the dice for the answer to a question like this, thye'd managed to give him the correct answers for half his math homework. So apparently there was something up with his frog.
Bobbie tapped the cup. "Seymour?" he asked. "Are you really a frog?"
Seymour just stared at him and croaked. At the sound of the croak, the dice jumped up again and started clacking at the cup. Seymour appeared totally unaffected by the actions of the dice. That was odd, Seymour was usually pretty jumpy; he'd put some plastic wrap (with holes in it) over the cup to make sure he couldn't get out. (The last time he put a frog of his in a plastic cup, he'd forgotten to put holes in the plastic wrap, and he'd forgotten about it and he'd found it the next day, because of the smell.) Bobbie tapped the cup again. Seymour rolled an eyeball to look at him, looking very disapproving. Then he looked through the cup to the dice, croaked again -- this time louder and deeper -- and the dice studdenly sopped their clacking.
270 words, probably 5 minutes. For some reason my computer was running very slowly... It's kind of distracting to have the words appear onscreen several seconds after you type them.
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