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It's what he called the neat little stone wall that ran along the borders of a neighborhood. Maybe in decades before it'd been a better part of the neighborhood, but now it was just a moss and grime covered relic of a bygone era. It served only as a curiosity to the youth of the suburban town, about just what purpose it served. It was too short to keep out any grown men, to say nothing of bastardly kids. \n\nIt was still too cold and dreary for proper buds on the trees after winter, laying bare the yards and layouts of houses that in the spring and summer months were afforded quite the amount of privacy by the bushes and trees towards the ends of their property lines. Not that there was much to see. Ranch style homes, stucco mansions and.. a trailer. Well, that was new.\n\nAs was the scowling, unfriendly face of a little girl in a tutu and ballet slippers, holding a water and glitter filled plastic baton. Just a little rottweiler, that it seemed fancied herself a fairy princess. Not uncommon. But it also appeared she was not happy with the interloper intruding on her teatime with her teddybears, stuffed franchise plushies and even a few angular, transforming toy robots resting beside them with tea cups of their own. \n\n\"GE' AWF th' PRO'PAR'TEEE-[i][b]EEEEEEE[/b][/i]!\" Shrieked the little dog at the top of her lungs. Her very strong lungs, powering the humanoid squeaker that was her voice. It ended in a much deeper growl than he was expecting, as she bared her milkteeth at him with her chubby little fists clenched and mean mugging him.\n\nAdorable. Louis raised his brows and bit back a giggle at this insistent bit of standoffish rage demonstrated by the territorial little ankle biter. Boy, was he glad he was up here, and she was down there. Ignoring her, he went on with his leisurely balance beaming trek across the neighborhood.\n\nBut she wasn't content with his non-answer. Instead, she grabbed up one of her fuzzy dolls for support and followed him, stubby legs stomping the rain moistened morning grass as she went. And by then, Louis noticed out the periphery of his eye that the blinds of the trailer window further on the property opened, and a man's face peeked out. He was wearing a less than pristine white undershirt and was holding a beer.\n\n\"Hey! HEY YOU!\" The girl too young to even be in kindergarten said, yelling at Louis while he pretended not to notice her. \"S'our wall. You can't be on OUR wall! Not YOUR wall!\" She insisted, with a tone of intellect insulting mockery and haughty attitude. Interspersed with yappy barking of surprising volume and aggression.\n\n\"I'm going, I'm going.\" Louis called, head tilted back and just putting one hoofed foot in front of the other. \n\n\"You need to get awf our WALL! NOW!\" She commanded, with the sort of single minded determination of a girl that thought herself empress of all she surveyed. Three more steps from Louis, and, \"I. SAID. NOW!\"\n\nNext thing he knew, something warm and scented like cherry lipgloss flew out from his peripheral vision and puffed him in the side of his face, just high angled enough that it landed on and then balanced against the side of his head. That, at least, had him pause. He'd just been assaulted with a teddybear.\n\nThe two stared at eachother for a moment. The sheer hostility in this girl's eyes and on her face as she studied Louis, only for her expression to melt away to a horrifying realization. She'd just acted without thinking, and now this strange goat had her teddybear! OH NO!\n\n\"GIMMIE BACK MR. JELLY!\" The puppy howled, with a kind of screaming determination bordering on apoplectic. Hopping up and down angrily and running to the space in front of where Louis would be walking. It was the closest she could get to cutting him off, as she flailed and hopped and generally stomped in her tantrum. \n\nThis earned her an arm held out straight in the air from his chest as he pinched the teddybear around the waist, offering to drop it in her outstretched arms. Waiting for her to stand under it, he dropped it straight down. Smiling as the four year old grabbed it and snuggled it, rubbing her face on it and whining happy to have it back. Louis admired the innocence for a second, then faced forwards and resumed his one foot over the other progress across the narrow wall.\n\n\"G'WAN!\" The little girl again barked, making insistent beckoning motions as she followed after him, as though gesticulating and pantomiming would magically throw the kid further off the property. \"HURRY UP. Get out! Go! S'a DOGGY house, NOT for stinky GOATS!\"\n\nLouis' ears twitched. This tiny, adorably angry puppy was becoming an irritant. It was getting harder and harder not to retaliate with some mouth of his own. But he was limited in exactly what he could say. So, when words fail you, try nonsense instead!\n\nLouis turned his head to face his pursuer, peering down at her from the tall, thin wall. His mouth opened, his tongue lolled out, and he met her verbalization with his own babelling clapback. \n\n\"BLELELLELLELELLlellelLEL!\" He babbled, ululating his tongue rapidly and violently nodding his head. His usual bleating was garbled to a nonsensical mush, punctuated by snorts and gurgles.\n\nThis as much confused as angered the little girl, who did not seem used to someone daring to backsass her. Not even in nonsensical noise. \n\n\"YOU better STOPIT, RIGHT NOW!\" The puppy snarled, spittle flying from her lips and voice breaking with her fury.\n\n\"BLEEELlLELE lelelele pbbhthh!\" Louis mocked, crossing his horizontally pupiled, ghostly blue eyes and let his tongue hang out his mouth at her, interrupting her every word and undermining whatever authority she thought she had.\"\n\n\"STOP!\"\n\n\"BLEL!\"\n\n\"YOU STO-\"\n\n\"BLEL! LELHELBHEL!\"\n\n\"I SAID GO AWA~AAYY!\"\n\n\"BLAAELEHLELELLEL!\" Followed by snorting and puffing. \n\nLouis glanced forwards. Ah, there it was. The end corner of the property line, where this stupid little bitch wasn't going to follow after him. She'd come to the end of her family's property, and would not be pursuing him further. Just in time, as Louis glanced back, he also noticed what he assumed to be her father leaning against the guard rail of his porch, red in the face and wheezing laughter from watching the little girl get into a screaming match with a goat that very much was not taking her seriously. \n\nShe noticed, too. Doubletaking as finally she saw the silent patriarch near doubled over in quiet laughter, she pointed at Louis and then looked back at him, to get her father's attention.\n\n\"He STOLE Mister JELLY, daddy!\" She began, insistent about rattling off his litany of 'crimes,' from her perspective. \"He won't get off your WALL! DO someTHIIIIN!\"\n\n\"BLEH! ELHBELBHLBHELEHLLLELEL!\" Louis mocked, moving quicker. Just in case 'daddy' dearest was packing heat.\n\nMr. Loud Bitch was pinching his brow and wiping tears from his eyes, exposing his teeth not in malice, but laughter. Trying very hard not to upset his daughter, but he just could not take this alleged home invasion seriously. 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Fuck those ones, that was fun. \n\n\n\n", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Louis held out both his arms, balancing on the Great Wall of Suburbia. It's what he called the neat little stone wall that ran along the borders of a neighborhood. Maybe in decades before it'd been a better part of the neighborhood, but now it was just a moss and grime covered relic of a bygone era. It served only as a curiosity to the youth of the suburban town, about just what purpose it served. It was too short to keep out any grown men, to say nothing of bastardly kids.

It was still too cold and dreary for proper buds on the trees after winter, laying bare the yards and layouts of houses that in the spring and summer months were afforded quite the amount of privacy by the bushes and trees towards the ends of their property lines. Not that there was much to see. Ranch style homes, stucco mansions and.. a trailer. Well, that was new.

As was the scowling, unfriendly face of a little girl in a tutu and ballet slippers, holding a water and glitter filled plastic baton. Just a little rottweiler, that it seemed fancied herself a fairy princess. Not uncommon. But it also appeared she was not happy with the interloper intruding on her teatime with her teddybears, stuffed franchise plushies and even a few angular, transforming toy robots resting beside them with tea cups of their own.

"GE' AWF th' PRO'PAR'TEEE-EEEEEEE!" Shrieked the little dog at the top of her lungs. Her very strong lungs, powering the humanoid squeaker that was her voice. It ended in a much deeper growl than he was expecting, as she bared her milkteeth at him with her chubby little fists clenched and mean mugging him.

Adorable. Louis raised his brows and bit back a giggle at this insistent bit of standoffish rage demonstrated by the territorial little ankle biter. Boy, was he glad he was up here, and she was down there. Ignoring her, he went on with his leisurely balance beaming trek across the neighborhood.

But she wasn't content with his non-answer. Instead, she grabbed up one of her fuzzy dolls for support and followed him, stubby legs stomping the rain moistened morning grass as she went. And by then, Louis noticed out the periphery of his eye that the blinds of the trailer window further on the property opened, and a man's face peeked out. He was wearing a less than pristine white undershirt and was holding a beer.

"Hey! HEY YOU!" The girl too young to even be in kindergarten said, yelling at Louis while he pretended not to notice her. "S'our wall. You can't be on OUR wall! Not YOUR wall!" She insisted, with a tone of intellect insulting mockery and haughty attitude. Interspersed with yappy barking of surprising volume and aggression.

"I'm going, I'm going." Louis called, head tilted back and just putting one hoofed foot in front of the other.

"You need to get awf our WALL! NOW!" She commanded, with the sort of single minded determination of a girl that thought herself empress of all she surveyed. Three more steps from Louis, and, "I. SAID. NOW!"

Next thing he knew, something warm and scented like cherry lipgloss flew out from his peripheral vision and puffed him in the side of his face, just high angled enough that it landed on and then balanced against the side of his head. That, at least, had him pause. He'd just been assaulted with a teddybear.

The two stared at eachother for a moment. The sheer hostility in this girl's eyes and on her face as she studied Louis, only for her expression to melt away to a horrifying realization. She'd just acted without thinking, and now this strange goat had her teddybear! OH NO!

"GIMMIE BACK MR. JELLY!" The puppy howled, with a kind of screaming determination bordering on apoplectic. Hopping up and down angrily and running to the space in front of where Louis would be walking. It was the closest she could get to cutting him off, as she flailed and hopped and generally stomped in her tantrum.

This earned her an arm held out straight in the air from his chest as he pinched the teddybear around the waist, offering to drop it in her outstretched arms. Waiting for her to stand under it, he dropped it straight down. Smiling as the four year old grabbed it and snuggled it, rubbing her face on it and whining happy to have it back. Louis admired the innocence for a second, then faced forwards and resumed his one foot over the other progress across the narrow wall.

"G'WAN!" The little girl again barked, making insistent beckoning motions as she followed after him, as though gesticulating and pantomiming would magically throw the kid further off the property. "HURRY UP. Get out! Go! S'a DOGGY house, NOT for stinky GOATS!"

Louis' ears twitched. This tiny, adorably angry puppy was becoming an irritant. It was getting harder and harder not to retaliate with some mouth of his own. But he was limited in exactly what he could say. So, when words fail you, try nonsense instead!

Louis turned his head to face his pursuer, peering down at her from the tall, thin wall. His mouth opened, his tongue lolled out, and he met her verbalization with his own babelling clapback.

"BLELELLELLELELLlellelLEL!" He babbled, ululating his tongue rapidly and violently nodding his head. His usual bleating was garbled to a nonsensical mush, punctuated by snorts and gurgles.

This as much confused as angered the little girl, who did not seem used to someone daring to backsass her. Not even in nonsensical noise.

"YOU better STOPIT, RIGHT NOW!" The puppy snarled, spittle flying from her lips and voice breaking with her fury.

"BLEEELlLELE lelelele pbbhthh!" Louis mocked, crossing his horizontally pupiled, ghostly blue eyes and let his tongue hang out his mouth at her, interrupting her every word and undermining whatever authority she thought she had."

"STOP!"

"BLEL!"

"YOU STO-"

"BLEL! LELHELBHEL!"

"I SAID GO AWA~AAYY!"

"BLAAELEHLELELLEL!" Followed by snorting and puffing.

Louis glanced forwards. Ah, there it was. The end corner of the property line, where this stupid little bitch wasn't going to follow after him. She'd come to the end of her family's property, and would not be pursuing him further. Just in time, as Louis glanced back, he also noticed what he assumed to be her father leaning against the guard rail of his porch, red in the face and wheezing laughter from watching the little girl get into a screaming match with a goat that very much was not taking her seriously.

She noticed, too. Doubletaking as finally she saw the silent patriarch near doubled over in quiet laughter, she pointed at Louis and then looked back at him, to get her father's attention.

"He STOLE Mister JELLY, daddy!" She began, insistent about rattling off his litany of 'crimes,' from her perspective. "He won't get off your WALL! DO someTHIIIIN!"

"BLEH! ELHBELBHLBHELEHLLLELEL!" Louis mocked, moving quicker. Just in case 'daddy' dearest was packing heat.

Mr. Loud Bitch was pinching his brow and wiping tears from his eyes,  exposing his teeth not in malice, but laughter. Trying very hard not to upset his daughter, but he just could not take this alleged home invasion seriously. His puppy seemed to sense his lack of feeling of danger about all this, and frowned at him, shaking her fists at her sides. He'd been getting the whole thing on his phone's camera.

"BEAT HIM UP, daddy! BEAT HIM UP! He's makin' FUN'na MEEeeEEEEE!"

A statement Louis answered by screaming an ungodly goat noise at the top of his lungs, mimicing her pitch.

Papa Puppybitch was done. Shuddering, quivering, crying at his violently territorial daughter and her fruitless argument with the kid. All as Louis stepped off even the lip of the property and went on his merry way. He heard distant complaining and screaming of a little puppy girl in the distance, and a recalcitrant male voice apologizing to the tiny girl for his lack of action against the big, mean goat. Promises to do better next time.

He was sure there were more mature ways to have handled that situation. Fuck those ones, that was fun.



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