Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Winnie the Pooh
Challenge/Prompt: anythingdrabble 45: Bouncy
Word Count: 449
Date Written: 22 July 2018
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to A. A. Milne, not the author, and are used without permission.
Rabbit sighed with satisfaction. His furry hands perched on his hips as he looked around his freshly cleaned burrow. It had been a quiet day and one very well spent. He didn’t know where Tigger was, but he was glad the bouncing menace had not interrupted his cleaning time. Everything, for once, was exactly where it was supposed to be. There wasn’t a speck of dust or grime to be seen anywhere. He hadn’t felt this perfectly satisfied with himself since the last time he had harvested his carrots.
Speaking of, he hadn’t been out to his garden today, and though it was late, Rabbit headed for his door. It wouldn’t do to let the whole day go without checking on his progress in the most important area of his life. He was just stepping out to go tend his garden when a whirlwind of black and orange stripes came bounding toward him. “Bouncy bouncy bouncy bouncy -- “
“TIGER,” Rabbit screamed, waving his hands to keep the naughty tiger away, “NO!” But either Tigger couldn’t hear him for his own singing or he was simply ignoring him. He bounced straight up into the air and landed hard on top of Rabbit inside of his burrow.
Rabbit heard precious items leaving shelves and crashing onto the floor at the impact. “Tigger!” he scolded, but before he could get more than his name out, Tigger bounced him again.
“Bouncy bouncy bouncy -- “
Rabbit groaned. He didn’t know where Tigger had been all day, undoubtedly somewhere off with Pooh and Christopher Robin, but he simultaneously wished he would have stayed there and knew he should have known better than to ever think he would. Tigger visited him every day lately, and the results were always the same. “TIGGER!” he cried again, more loudly this time.
“Tigger’s my name! I’m the one and only Tigger, and bouncing Rabbits is what I do best!” He bounced on top of him harder and harder until Rabbit finally surrendered with a groan.
In the back of his mind, he knew he had a clean house and carrots to protect, but Tigger’s bouncing seemed to send flying every strain of thought and self control he had. It eased a tension of which he had not even been aware and filled him instead with pleasure, a greater pleasure even than that which he had derived from having his entire burrow cleaned from top to bottom. He groaned again just as Tigger lifted off.
“Don’t -- “ Rabbit started to say, but he need not have worried for Tigger only came down harder again. Rabbit sighed and let himself be bounced, enjoying every moment of the experience though he’d never admit it aloud.