SheezaCDC

LOL! Boy, I sure can picture Duncan and that hat!

MacNair: �Please, Duncan, won't you let me try it on?�

Duncan: �No way! You just want the feather.�

MacNair: (Looking innocent and batting her eyelashes) �Why whatever for? I just wanna try it on.�

Duncan: �Nuh-uh, nothing doing. If I let you have it, I'll get it back either without the feather, or it'll be broken or something.�

Connor enters the room in time to see Duncan holding a giant sultan�s hat replete with a glorious feather waving around wildly above his head. MacNair, being diminutive, is jumping up and down trying to bat it out of his hands.

MacNair: �Come on! Gimmee! I want it!�

Connor: �Uh, Cousin? It isn't safe to tease MacNair like that. You should know better. Can't you see she has her pointy .....Ewww, that's gotta hurt!�

Duncan drops the hat after a swift, yet small well-aimed pointy shoe caught him in the shin. Bending over, he rubs his leg furiously, trying to rid himself of the pain. "You'd better watch out, Connor, she's got the feather."

Connor: �Uh oh! Dang it, Duncan!�

MacNair picked up the hat, looking at her prize. Plucking the plume from the folds of material, a wikked gleam was in her eye to match her smile.

Glancing over her shoulder, she spied Connor, his eyes wide open with an expression of surprise tinged with fear. Not taking his eyes off the wily CDC'er, he started edging back toward the door he had so recently entered.

Duncan: �RUN!�

Turning on his heels, Connor shot out the door, the blonde streaking behind him hot on his trail.

Duncan winced at his painful shin, a smile on his lips. "Well," he said, "now that was easy."

Giggles could be heard outside on the lawn. Moving to the window, Duncan burst into laughter at the sight. MacNair had Connor down on the ground and she straddled his chest. The giant feather......

MacNairCDC --- Roaring!

The giant feather could reach anywhere her hands and fingers couldn't from her position and she industriously put it to good use. Connor was half yelping, half-sniggering beneath the onslaught.

"Tell me!" she demanded, pinning his shoulder down with one knee when he attempted to flip her off. "Tell me what you know about that halo of lahoffy's!"

"I don't know a thing! She wouldn't TALK, I'm tellin' you!" he sputtered, twisting the other way. He was leaving an imprint in the grass.

MacNair shifted her weight to the other knee and hissed right into his face: "But you WENT IN THERE! You used that ... that ... look you have!"

"She had blindfolds on, MacNair!" he protested. "She knew I was coming!"

The feather stopped. So did the intense pressure of her knees. Connor stopped writhing and looked up at the puzzled expression of the little blonde. A little blonde with a mean feather, he mentally chuckled.

"You don't know." She announced it in a stunned voice.

"I told you I didn't know anything!" he protested, putting on his very best vulnerable hurt expression. His brows puckered just a little.

"Oh, you poor sweet boy," she murmured, trailing the soft plume along one clavicle, up his throat and across his jaw. "And I've tormented you dreadfully for nothing!? Oh! I must make amends! What would you like?"

"The usual. Just add the feather."

"Hey, now that's not right!" Duncan muttered from his window observation post. He watched Connor be tugged to his feet and led away with this positively rogue expression on his face ... swishing the feather at various parts of MacNair's anatomy as he walked. "That's just not right! I'm the one who had the feather first!" He glanced around for supporters and all he found was the forgotten turban. "I think I've been set up!"

"Hey, Duncan?" called Connor from a distance. "Thanks for the feather!"

~finis~
Nov 25, 2001

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