Tippy and the Shrill
Tippy waited anxiously for Kate in front of the Cantina but she never showed. His thoughts of a romantic adventure into the rain forest, hacking through deep growth, with short stints of blowing kisses were starting to fade.
“I knew it couldn’t be true, “ he mourned inside.
“It was too good to be true, Kate, me, adventure, killing a dictator, it was just too good to be true,” the sorry rabbit continued to spiral down.
“I need a drink.”
“I need something.”
“HALT!” he shouted inside. “HALT!” again roared within.
Tippy had one last defense he pulled out of AA that has helped him time and time again. HALT. Hungary, Angry, Lonely, Tired. If he is experiencing one of these factors, then he can’t let himself fall apart.
“I am definitely hungry. Angry? Not really, at least not towards Kate. Lonely? Very. Tired. Yes. I’m HLT. That’s three out of four. I better snap out of it” the little furball reasoned to himself.
It took everything within him to move on, but the rabbit decided to let frustration, disappointment and self-doubt not be his friends on this one. He was joining up with his other buddies, hope, trust, and purpose. The more he thought these positive thoughts, the more he was able to get his mind off of Kate and back to his purpose. Kill Chavez. Before he moved on he new it best to find a place to eat a healthy dinner, get a good nights sleep, and trust in Christ as his true companion.
Hailing down a cab, Tippy made his way down to the Holiday Inn and made his way to his room. As he opened the door and stepped in side he sensed there was something very wrong. The air had a tint of suspense, an aurora of another presence in the midst. Tippy put down his bags and slowly walked through the suite. Slipping off his loafers he turned each corner tightly, looking left, right, up and down at each turn.
His heart thumped. The hair on the back his hair was standing up. Suddenly a blast of a female shrill came from the bedroom and he immediately ran towards the noise. Banging through the door he couldn’t believe his eyes what he saw on the other side.
1 Comments:
Kermit's SMS never fails: "Go, Tippy, go" (1 Tim 6:11-12)!!!
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