At 02:42 PM 6/7/98 -0500, Thomas R Jefferys wrote:

Left alone with my demented brain for two weeks has percolated this rather
goofy idea. The fic birthed is short and silly.

Short, yes. Silly, not necessarily.

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ON HOSPITALITY
By Wyrm

	"I am very, very disappointed in you both," Kasumi said, with a
slight frown on her face.

	Genma and Ryouga cringed. Kasumi with a frown, no matter how
slight, is a truly frightening sight.

Which brings up an interesting question. Who's anger would you or an anime
character rather not face: Kasumi's or Belldandy's? I'd would rather not
see Belldandy, being a goddess and all. (Curses from a Unlimited Goddess
would NOT be a good thing.)

	"I expect this sort of behavior from Shampoo and Mousse, since they
don't have to live here. But from you?" Kasumi let out a long sigh. "I
thought you would be more considerate, as you are both guests in this
household."

But Genma and Ryouga, especially Ryouga, didn't have to live here, except
in their cursed forms.

	Genma and Ryouga looked down, blushing furiously with
mortification. How could they have done that?! "We're sorry," Ryouga
squeaked, a resolution which Genma seconded.

	"'Sorry,' doesn't clean up your messes," Kasumi childed. She took a
deep breath and launched into a her speech, "It's bad enough just cleaning
up after Shampoo and Mousse. You'd think that they were raised in a barn.
Do you know how much effort I put into cleaning up after them? I shudder to
think about it. Do you know how many tatami mats I have to replace each
month because of those two? More than I care to count."

Oh, oh. They aren't gonna get away with it this time.

	By this time, Genma and Ryouga were looking quite small.

	"Now, everyone makes mistakes. Once is an accident. Twice is
carelessness. But nine times over the last week is nothing short of
inconsiderate," Kasumi scolded. "I'm not cleaning up any more of your
messes, Genma and Ryouga. This time, you clean up after yourselves. I hope
that this will be a lesson to you both."

I wonder if Ducks can be potty-trained? Cats could, I suppose, but forget
about having it come when you calls his/her name.

	Kasumi presented them both with a broom and a pooper-scooper. The
two took the offered implements and went to work at the panda droppings and
pig dung that soiled the hallway floor.

You know, I once had a job of helping a quadrupletic girl getting herself
up in the mornings. Helping her to relive her stuff was interesting, to say
the least. Not something I particularly enjoyed, but it was interesting. I
still pity her for having to have someone help her go through this at such
a young age (she's probably not any older than 24).

	"And after you're done, we'll begin house-breaking you two," Kasumi
stated coldly as she watched the two clean up. Genma and Ryouga swallowed
hard.


<evil grin>

(Andrew raises his hands.)
Uh, sir? Kasumi? I have a question. How DO you house-break a panda and a
pig that continually keeps getting lost? (This 'fic is pretty funny!)