Pangaea - Fox and Crow

Title: What the Gods Don't Tell You
Author: Semiramis
Rating: G... I think... but PG if you're an uber-protective parent and don't like the mere mention of death and suchlike
AN: This is humor (based on a pair of tasteless puns, no less), and not intended to be taken seriously or anything. In script format, because semiramis was planning on doing a comic but ran out of time. And apologies for any anachronisms. They were perfectly intentional, I assure you.
Words: 346
Disclaimer: all characters portrayed belong to the lovely silvestris, as we all know ^.^v


V/O*: Across nations, across peoples, across worlds, people sing praises to their gods. Praises for generosity and mercy, or fairness and firmness; for wisdom, for beauty, for power. For many things.

V/O: But rarely for a good sense of humor....

S/D**: sunset. A large field, covered in dried grass. A single gnarled tree, on which sits a large black bird.

S/D: a fox shoulders its way out of the grass near the tree and looks up at the bird, cocking its head.

FOX: Why, it seems the gods have a sense of humor after all.

BIRD: *stares at fox* What are you talking about?

FOX: That is you, right? Crow?

CROW: ...that depends. Who's asking?

FOX: It's me. Don't you recognize me? It's Maqaxha. Or Kitsune. Whatever

CROW: I dunno.

MAQAXHA: Come on. You've got to remember me.

CROW: ...I think I'm getting something.

MAQAXHA: Yes?

CROW: ...Ah, yes. The blond idiot.

MAQAXHA: ...what?

CROW: My murderer, right?

MAQAXHA: ....

CROW: *thoughtfully* the one who played those stupid reed-things, right?

MAQAXHA: You're pretending, aren't you?

CROW: I don't know. You tell me. Am I pretending? Gee, let's think a moment...

MAQAXHA: Shut up.

CROW: ...Would I be all that likely to forget the idiot who broke my neck and dumped me in a river?

MAQAXHA: ....

CROW: Or, more to the point, would I be all that likely to forget the idiot who always kept me up all night long with his stupid pipes?

MAQAXHA: ... you call that more to the point? What is your problem?

CROW: You.

MAQAXHA: ...you know, if I had hands, I could strangle you about now.

CROW: been there, done that, got the stupid tee-shirt.

MAQAXHA: .....

CROW: you left yourself wide open for that one.

CROW: ...or rather, didn't get the stupid tee-shirt. It's ridiculously hard to fit a tee-shirt over a pair of wings, no matter how hard those weird petshops insist otherwise...

MAQAXHA: ....I'm sorry. Could you say that again?

CROW: Never mind.

MAQAXHA: ...right.

CROW: Right.

V/O: and somewhere in the distance, a lion laughs...

*Voice over. Denotes narration, or those funny little dialog box thingies you get in comics and manga.

** Stage Direction. What it sounds like.