Twelve days ficlets, day one
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rumpelsnorcackTitle: A Pukeko in a Ponga Tree
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 100
A/N: These little ficlets are all based on a page of my kids' Twelve Days of Christmas book. I'll be posting one a day between now and Christmas which means that, yes, it really is barely 2 weeks until the big day, eeep. Generally, since this is a NZ version of the song, I haven't been exactly literal in using the prompts. No-one wants to read twelve versions of 'characters come to NZ and see some kiwi thing' though some do have elements of that. This first one is based on this image (well, actually the one in our book is slightly different, but similar enough for the purpose). All are totally un-betaed so please point out any spelling and other mistakes :D
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 100
A/N: These little ficlets are all based on a page of my kids' Twelve Days of Christmas book. I'll be posting one a day between now and Christmas which means that, yes, it really is barely 2 weeks until the big day, eeep. Generally, since this is a NZ version of the song, I haven't been exactly literal in using the prompts. No-one wants to read twelve versions of 'characters come to NZ and see some kiwi thing' though some do have elements of that. This first one is based on this image (well, actually the one in our book is slightly different, but similar enough for the purpose). All are totally un-betaed so please point out any spelling and other mistakes :D
'Roooooory!'
The voice, coming closer and clearly annoyed, made him wince. With an innocent expression, Rory turned and smiled at Amy.
'What?'
'What's this?'
Rory looked carefully at the picture now hovering under his nose.
'It's ... um ... the twelve days of Christmas,' he said, handing it back to her.
'Oh. Right,' said Amy squinting at the paper, turning it sideways. 'It looks like you're calling me a turd.'
Rory blushed, starting to fidget. 'I know my drawing isn't great, but that's definitely an artistic flourish not a ... a turd.'
With a softened expression, Amy kissed him. 'Thanks for trying.'