47 Donna Fibs (2/2)

Everyone looks at Elanor with twitching lips. Isn't this humoring the little girl too much? However, Donna has a smug look on her face as if to say see I told you.

A males voice abruptly sounds in everyone's head, ”I clearly can't do cartwheels when I'm rooted in the ground. Are you trying to make me a tumbleweed? Those are dead you know.”

”Bushy!?” yelps Donna who is also surprised by the bush talking from so far away.

Mellisa stumbles in shock and is saved by Elanor's solid arm grabbing and holding her up. Wilbur blows out his beard with mixed feelings he's happy his daughter wasn't lying, but this new presence might be dangerous. Laurel's mind returns to the visions she'd had of a bush battling in the sky with wide eyes.

Franklin has a queer expression on his face as the familiar voice fills his mind. ”Teacher?” he asks inquiringly.

”Yes, it is I, John!” His voice sounds in all of their heads.

Elanor unimpressed by John's theatrics states, ”He's just an idiot who had a defective reincarnation. It's not that impressive.”

John's branch droop as he replies, ”Well the reincarnation part is true you can still be a little impressed.”

”No, you can't,” Elanor retorts with disinterest.

”Bushy is so far away but can still talk! Bushy magic!” Donna exclaims with bright eyes.

”He's not magic I can do it too! There's nothing special about it,” Elanor competes by sending her voice into everyone's head.

John becomes a bit more upbeat and tells”Well that being the case if you ever want to converse with me you can do it by calling my name. Unless I'm busy, I'll respond. But don't rely on me too much.”

”Bushy lazy,” Donna concludes.

Elanor laughs and ruffles Donna's hair. ”That's right,” she praises.

Gregory voice floats over from the open door as he yells, ”Donna, come feed those devil rabbits before they bite off my leg!”

Due to an incident with demonic bunnies and Donna feeding them her snack the village had created a small cage for the rabbits. They were labeled as emergency food, but no one wants to see the little girl cry rivers due to losing her pets.

”Silly Gregory they are just little fluffies!” She squeals at the silly old man. ”Bye. Bye!” She says as she leaves waving.

”Sorry about this Mellisa. You kids don't bother her too much,” Wilbur says as he follows after his daughter.

Elanor stretches happily thrusting out her chest sensually. ”Well this was more fun then I expected. But I should be going too,” she states she then grabs Franklin and lifts him by his torso. ”Come on boy, she's not in the mood for your sweet nothings today!” she laughs as she exits the shack.

”Good riddance,” Mellisa harrumphs as the door closes. She then turns to clean up a bit only to feel her sleeve being grabbed.

”Mom...” a teary-eyed Laurel whimpers. She'd held in her worries and fear for the visitors but now with them gone she is exhausted.

Mellisa wraps her arms around her daughter as they both cry. ”It'll be alright darling,” she says while gripping with all her might.

Outside Elanor observes Donna feeding the demonic beasts in the pen. Donna is dancing with the rabbits as she teaches them the necessary steps.Her father had carried the girl to the clearing. Her head was shoved deeply into his chest. While she heard the screams and howls, she avoided much of the trauma of the other children.

Donna waggle her finger at one and scolds, ”Fanny, you did it wrong again try harder!”

The scolding causes the bunny named Fanny's ears to droop dejectedly. They all hop around and on Donna without their normal ferocious nature. Even the big men were scared to enter the pen to feed these beasts.While like Joe they only eat vegetation their teeth are as sharp as a piranha. They'd get at least a few bites no matter how careful they were. But this little girl had easily tamed them with just a bit of fruit.

'Perhaps she has a knack for beast taming. Maybe I should call it pet training and give her a few tips?' Elanor muses as she goes off to find better prey for the wedding feast.

Out in the field, Anna solemnly says ”We need to talk.”

The sound of drums: Tippity