a thumpin' good time

i felt the first rumble of thunder as i stood outside the double doors.  they were heavy - far to heavy for a bun of normal talents to wrassle with.  and, of course, it being the wee hours of the morning, they were locked.  i waited for the thunder to subside and then parted the molecules like a soft fall of water.  they cascaded across my nose and down my shoulder, then reformed as i stepped through.  at this point, if i'd had a wire i would have said, "i'm in."  but no one was listening.  pyong pyong had already arrived and was somewhere in the building.  i sent out an inquisitive tendril and felt her respond.  she, in turn, sent up a sort of guide light that twinkled softly and bounced in front of me, waiting for me to follow.

 

i found her one floor down in the basement.  she was in front of a vending machine - kicking it vigorously with her hind feet.  "this damn machine" pant, pant, "won't give me my triscuits!" KICK!  she complained.  the plexiglass front of the machine shuddered with each impact of her feet, but the packet of triscuits remained stubbornly lodged in their little metal spiral.  i sighed, then shifted the molecules as she hurtled toward the machine yet another time.  a very surprised pyong went right through the glass.  she quickly reoriented herself and climbed up to her triscuits, which she grabbed in her mouth.  she then dove through the glass and landed beside me with a small thwap.  she made short work of the packaging and offered me a cracker.  we got down to the serious business of cracker munching.  ah. 

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