DISCLAIMER: This story does not use any names of the MCA/Renaissance Pictures/TPTB characters that we all love so much. So, in a way, I shouldn’t even have to write a disclaimer, but, what the heck...I will give them back, I always do!

There is no bad language, no violence, not much of anything considered to be questionable by those who are always looking for that kind of stuff. And it is very short. As is often the case with those who are together for a long time, it is hard to tell them apart. They sound alike, think alike, act alike, and that is the object of this short, short story. Can you tell who is who? Or is it whom is whom? [Visualize smirky grin here.]

This work is copyrighted by the Author. August, 2000

As always, you can reach me at TOWANDABABE@AOL.COM




"I want you to stop doing that."

"What? Stop doing what?"

"What you’re doing, it’s irritating me."

"Well, excuse me, what side of the bedroll did you get up on this morning?"

"Don’t get smart, just stop."

"I still don’t know what you want me to stop."

"You are not funny! Just stop!"

"Nope. Whatever I’m doin’ that’s so irritating I’m gonna keep doin’, ‘til you tell me what it is that’s irritating you."

"How can you say you’re gonna keep doin’ it, if you don’t know what you’re doin’?

"Well, how can you tell me to stop something if you won’t tell me what it is you want me to stop?"

"You should know that what you’re doin’ is irritating. You’ve been around me long enough to know what I like and what I don’t."

"I am not a mindreader."

"HA! So you finally admit there is something you aren’t able to do!"

" How do you know I don’t just choose not to be a mindreader?"

"I should have known you’d weasel out of that one."

"I don’t weasel."

"You are a world class weaseler."

"That’s not a word."

"How would you know?"

"I never heard of anyone using that word."

"Just ‘cause you never heard it doesn’t mean it isn’t a word!"

"Who cares. This is stupid."

"Don’t tell me I’m stupid!"

"Who said you’re stupid?"

"You did, just now."

"Get over it, I never said such a thing."

"Did so. Don’t tell me what I heard."

"Why not, you’re always telling me what to do, what to think, where to go, how to get there."

"Am not."

"Are not."

"I think you’re wrong. It’s ‘Am not’."

"Who cares. I don’t."

"That’s the problem. You don’t care. You never care."

"You are really something. Now you say I don’t care."

" ‘Cause you don’t."

"Well, I don’t know why you would say that."

"I calls ‘em like I sees ‘em."

"I care a lot."

"But you never show it."

"How can you say that? I show you every night! Sometimes more than once!"

"Oh sure, crawl into my bedroll...mess around a little...then go to sleep."

"So now what, you want me to mess around a little during the day, too?"

"It would be nice."

"Would that show you that I care?"


"So, wanna mess around a little?"

"Right now?"

"Yeah, right now, right here."

"No, I have a headache."

"A headache! When did you get a headache?"

"When you started irritating me with what you were doin’."


The End

Other stories by Towandababe:

Ground Rules

Totally Grounded

Afternoon Break

Gabrielle’s Dream

Even As She Sleeps


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