FIC:(Snippet?) Way Too Much Time On My Hands

[Mad-Hamlet@xxxxxxx]

Disclaimer: All this belongs to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Inc.(But
if he ever reads this he'll wish it didn't.)



Drain Brameged Inc. Reluctantly Presents
A Mad-Hamlet Production.



Too Much Time On My Hands

Or

A Splinter of a Fractured Mind



"I think you'll be very satisifed with him." Said the owner of
the kennel.

"He's very friendly and intelligent. Indeed remarkably so.
He's the ideal companion for your small children as he's fully tamed.
Already housebroken in fact."

The beast in question gave a small 'yip' as in afirmation.

The couple looked doubtful though. It was a _large_ animal.
But clean in appearence, friendly too. His tounge hung out at playful
angle and there was a glimmer of humor dancing in his black eyes.

"There is also the question of personal safety." The owner
went on. "He would make the perfect watch dog on those nights you want
to go out. In fact, he could pay for himself quickly as you'd never
need to hire a babysitter. Come to think of it he could also buy his
own food and bathe himself. There are a few insticts that are hard for
him to overcome, like rolling in dead animals but you can rest assured
that he'd never be the cause of the animals death. He'd just find it.
And he's working on that right now, isn't that right boy?"

The Kennel manager patted the beasts head affesctionaly,
scratching it behind the ears. A warm growl echoed around the room.
The small child on the couples lap began clapping her hands together.

"Puppy, Puppy, Puppy!" She burbled.

"I don't know..." Said the husband slowly.

"Oh come now dear, see how attached he's become to Suzie
already?"

Indeed, the child had clambered out of her mothers laugh and
was trying to grab the beast's tail still babbling "Puppy, Puppy,
Puppy!"

The beast itself seemed to be enjoying whipping his tail
safely beyond the child's grasp. This went on for a bit before it
finally relented and let her grab it. She tugged a few times now
chanting, "Puppy play, Puppy play! Play puppy doggie, play!"

The beast let out a low chortleing sound which might have been
mistaken for laughter. If such a thing was possible.

"Well..." The husband seemed to be coming around. "Suzie seems
to have gotten attached to him."

The child was now riding the beast like a small pony and it
was slowly, and carefully navigating it's way around the room, making
sure the child didn't fall off. He didn't even seem to mind when she
took hold of his ears and began yanking fiercly. "Left way puppy! Go
left way!"

She was oblivious to the fact she was tugging on it's right
ear.

"All right." The husband conceded the field. "We'll take him."

"Excellent." The manager clapped her hands. "I'll arrange the
papers right away."

"Does it already have a name?" The wife ventured.

"Yes he does." The manager nodded.

"What is it?" The wife asked.

"Oz."

"Oz Puppy! Oz Puppy!" The child began to chant.

Authors notes: I've gone completly out of my mind. Wanna come along?