The Rabbit’s Foot

Happening somewhere right now…

“Podge, our first case has come in,” says Midge as she opens an envelope. “A rabbit around the corner is in great danger and needs a fairy godmother.”

“That’s not a lot of context,” says Podge.

Around the corner, Midge and Podge find a rabbit, with his foot in the mouth of a fox.

“Over here!” Says the rabbit.

“Yes, I see you just fine,” says Midge.

“Help!” Says the rabbit again.

“I don’t want to eat him,” mutters the fox, the rabbit’s foot still in his mouth. “It’s for good luck.”

“Why do you need luck today?” Asks Midge.

“Aren’t I supposed to get the wish?” Cries the rabbit.

“I’m asking this girl out and I really want it to go well,” says the fox.

“You’re a good looking guy,” says Podge. “You probably don’t need the foot.”

“Oh, I need the foot,” says the fox. “Trust me, I need the foot.”

“Okay, how about I help you to write a poem,” says Midge. “Ladies love poems.”

“I’m not an artist!” Says the fox.

“Just say…” says Podge, clearing his throat. “‘Today I almost bit off a rabbit’s foot for good luck before asking you out. Then I decided that you either like me or you don’t, and I’ll just have to deal with that because I am who I am and an old smelly rabbit’s foot won’t make a difference.’”

“Hey!” Says the rabbit.

“That’s not bad,” says the fox. “It gives off a kind of confidence thing… doesn’t it?”

“Totally,” says Podge.

“Absolutely,” says Midge.

“Alright,” says the fox, releasing the rabbit.

The fox leaves and the rabbit shakes out his leg before saying, “I thought you were supposed to use magic or something?”

“He did,” says the fairy godmother, looking over to Podge, who’s gone red in his cheeks again.