Ficlet: Dinner (Superman Returns)
Wrote this as a response to htbthomas's Dead Brown Bunny Drabble Challenge. The dead brown plot bunny bit me at once and wouldn't let me go until this was out! >_<
Title: Dinner
Fandom: Superman Returns
Word Count: 359
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Clark and Jason make an interesting discovery in the barn.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I can't has.
Dinner
Jason tugged at his father's hand insistently. “They're in here! I hear them!”
“Okay, okay!” Clark smiled with a light-hearted chuckle as he let the little boy lead him out to the barn, seeking the litter of kittens they had only learned about upon their arrival at the farm that morning. He could already hear their mewling cries, and guessed from the pitch and intensity they must have been about five or six weeks old.
The pair entered the barn expectantly, and when Clark located the tiny balls of fluff behind a bale of hay in one corner, he pointed out the location to Jason. “There. Go slowly, you don't want to scare them or make the mama cat nervous.”
With a nod that bounced his unruly hair, Jason tiptoed up to the hay bale, leaning over it with wide eyes. “Cool...” he whispered as he looked down upon the litter.
Clark was behind him immediately, leaning with a knee on the hay to peer down at the kittens. “Oh, uh... I think we interrupted meal time,” he said as soon as he saw the source of Jason's awe. It looked to be a feeding frenzy, tiny paws, whiskers and teeth, torn bits of flesh, bone, tufts of brown fur and the remains of a long pair of rabbit's ears, all mixed together in a flurry of ferocious activity, infant feline cries, and contented purrs. An orange tabby kitten raised its little head to the onlookers, announcing their kill with a triumphant, shrieking meow, its ears perked up and muzzle, chest, and paws soaked in bright red blood.
A hand came to rest on Clark's shoulder, and he turned to see Lois looking on with disgust. “That's it, I'm converting to vegetarianism. Yuck.”
Clark smiled, “That's their dinner, Lois. The mama must have brought it to them. Have a little respect.”
“That's disgusting, Clark.”
“No way, Mom!” Jason protested. “It's the coolest thing, ever! Can we take the orange one home with us?” He turned back to staring excitedly at the blood covered kitten pile and their dinner.
Lois only rolled her eyes as Clark smirked triumphantly.
*END*
A/N: This is a true story, sort of. :p Bryan happened upon this very scenario when he was a kid. I still wish I could have seen it.
And *now* I can get back to writing Aftermath. ^_^
Title: Dinner
Fandom: Superman Returns
Word Count: 359
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Clark and Jason make an interesting discovery in the barn.
Disclaimer: Not mine. I can't has.
Dinner
Jason tugged at his father's hand insistently. “They're in here! I hear them!”
“Okay, okay!” Clark smiled with a light-hearted chuckle as he let the little boy lead him out to the barn, seeking the litter of kittens they had only learned about upon their arrival at the farm that morning. He could already hear their mewling cries, and guessed from the pitch and intensity they must have been about five or six weeks old.
The pair entered the barn expectantly, and when Clark located the tiny balls of fluff behind a bale of hay in one corner, he pointed out the location to Jason. “There. Go slowly, you don't want to scare them or make the mama cat nervous.”
With a nod that bounced his unruly hair, Jason tiptoed up to the hay bale, leaning over it with wide eyes. “Cool...” he whispered as he looked down upon the litter.
Clark was behind him immediately, leaning with a knee on the hay to peer down at the kittens. “Oh, uh... I think we interrupted meal time,” he said as soon as he saw the source of Jason's awe. It looked to be a feeding frenzy, tiny paws, whiskers and teeth, torn bits of flesh, bone, tufts of brown fur and the remains of a long pair of rabbit's ears, all mixed together in a flurry of ferocious activity, infant feline cries, and contented purrs. An orange tabby kitten raised its little head to the onlookers, announcing their kill with a triumphant, shrieking meow, its ears perked up and muzzle, chest, and paws soaked in bright red blood.
A hand came to rest on Clark's shoulder, and he turned to see Lois looking on with disgust. “That's it, I'm converting to vegetarianism. Yuck.”
Clark smiled, “That's their dinner, Lois. The mama must have brought it to them. Have a little respect.”
“That's disgusting, Clark.”
“No way, Mom!” Jason protested. “It's the coolest thing, ever! Can we take the orange one home with us?” He turned back to staring excitedly at the blood covered kitten pile and their dinner.
Lois only rolled her eyes as Clark smirked triumphantly.
*END*
A/N: This is a true story, sort of. :p Bryan happened upon this very scenario when he was a kid. I still wish I could have seen it.
And *now* I can get back to writing Aftermath. ^_^