5 Word Challenge...Pooty Madness
This week’s 5 words are rabbit, craving, wicked, fortunate and amplifier. Enjoy !
Pooty Madness
Hungry
Hungry
He realized he was hungry
Wicked craving for rabbit
Soft, fluffy, delectable white rabbit
T-shirts
Drove the madness that propelled him through the aisles of Wal-Mart
America’s favorite discount store
He’d just toppled the stacks of t-shirts in the seasonal aisle at the Walgreens down the block. A regular pillage as he’d at first gently ruffled the carefully folded garments, all precisely placed by Polly, the white-haired, soft-skinned great grandmother who truly believed any job worth doing was a job worth doing right, but that gentle prodding had soon degraded to pulling the piles apart and slinging the cast offs aside in his mad search for the perfect reproduction of Pooty, the soft, white pet rabbit of his youth.
Polly, after witnessing the best demonstration of insanity she’d seen in a good long while, stood slack-jawed in bewilderment and thought who was going to clean up this mess because she wasn’t about to miss her break. She really had to pee.
“Welcome to Wal-Mart” boomed the amplifier overhead. Welcome to chaos was more like it. Why was he here? Didn’t he hate this place? Too much chaos, too-close aisles that made a body feel trapped like so much cattle flooded through a chute only to be delivered into the cotton candy aisle which only reminded him of his hunger and what he couldn’t have because sugar was the enemy. It muddled his thinking and all.
Pooty, Pooty, Pooty! That’s why he was here. He was looking for Pooty! So much so that he pursed his lips and started making the poot sound as he chugged through the aisles looking wildly right and left. “Poot, poot, poot, poot.” A four-year old dropped the bag of Reese’s Pieces he’d just ripped open and shrugged back toward his distracted, pig-tailed, tattooed mother as his 13-month old sister let loose a slurpy giggle accompanied by fistfuls of fingers covered by oodles of teething juice. He didn’t even notice the crunch of Reece’s Pieces underfoot.
Left, right, left, right, “Welcome to Wal-Mart!” God, he hated this place…a person’d have to be half crazy to even consider shopping at Wal-Mart…although it caught his eye just as he’d looked up to curse the booming voice overhead. Suspended above “our price only 9.99” and corral full of hundreds exactly the same was Pooty. Letting loose a long sigh of relief, he considered himself most fortunate.
Comments
Excellent writing. Wicked Funny. Pooty Pooty Pooty That could also mean fart to some kids. i love this insanity and search for one's childhood in the form of a pet bunny.
Lucy
making the poot sound as he chugged through the aisles looking wildly right and left. “Poot, poot, poot, poot.”
--- I've done that! :)
Loved the story- Bravo!
Thanks so much !!! Haven't we all gone just a little bit crazy in Wal-Mart ??!!! The aisles are always too narrow and they're always so crowded and you can never find anything......before you know it you've wasted over an hour just trying to find yourself !!! LOL !!
Ugh! Once I had such a bad panic attack in at Wal-Mart that I left my cart sitting. I just couldn't deal with the jerks in line. Most of the customers act like they've never been taught manners growing up! Yeah, customer service isn't the best, either, but what can you expect wit the way it's managed.
Well hey now.....I really have to do something different.... It's got to be compelling enough that you jump at the chance....
to take a read.....
or spin the wheel.....
or slap the cylinder shut and give it a swap...
then pull the trigger....
to see if you are the lucky victim of the author.....
or just a chump....
Hhhhhhmmmmmmmmm...................