Justified Anger
Thunderfunk stalked through the tunnel, fuming. “How could Breadbuuter do this to me!” he groused.
Straw walked with him. “He is your mortal enemy. It makes sense that he would be trying to stop your plans.” He was finding it hard to keep up with his boss.
“That’s no excuse. We have an understanding.”
“And you are both cheats,” Straw reasoned.
“That’s beside the point. This was not even a grand scheme. He had no right to interfere.” He reached the secret door that led back into his proper house, slamming it open in anger.
Straw glanced at the wall behind the door and made a mental note to call a contractor to repair the wall. He looked back up to see his boss turning the corner. “Wait up!” he called out.
“I have no time. I am going to confront him and, and, and punch him straight in the nose.”
Straw rushed ahead and stood in front of the angry giant chicken. “I don’t think that is a good idea. You need a bit to cool down. You can’t scheme when you are this angry.” A moment later Straw sat up, rubbing the spot on his head that had smashed into the wall. He made another mental note to get that spot in the wall repaired as well. He also hoped he was able to remember his mental notes.
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