Flashfic: Precedent
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lilfluffTitle: Precedent
Fandom/'verse: Unspecified science fiction
Rating/Warnings: General
Summary: What happens when your writer writes flashfic after learning that there will be a Peabody and Sherman movie coming out next year...
Precedent
"If I may cite Peabody vs New York, 1959, this matter has already been decided."
The younger of the two police officers at the door blinked at the alien. "The what of when?"
"It was on your television just the other day. Like Mister Peabody and his Sherman I saw this poor orphan boy and decided I could give him a good home. If you'll allow a dog to adopt a boy then why not me?"
The officer continued to look confused until his older partner whispered something in his ear.
"Miss Zwatl, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but that was a cartoon. There are rules. You can't just take kids off the street."
The boy in question leaned around Zwatl's side, "I don't want to go back to the foster home. They always yelled at me. And she cooks good!"
Zwatl and the boy both jumped as a voice broke in behind them, "Again?"
"Mom! It's different this time! This one doesn't have a family, I checked."
The older officer took over, "Ambassador, perhaps we could discuss this inside?"
Fandom/'verse: Unspecified science fiction
Rating/Warnings: General
Summary: What happens when your writer writes flashfic after learning that there will be a Peabody and Sherman movie coming out next year...
Precedent
"If I may cite Peabody vs New York, 1959, this matter has already been decided."
The younger of the two police officers at the door blinked at the alien. "The what of when?"
"It was on your television just the other day. Like Mister Peabody and his Sherman I saw this poor orphan boy and decided I could give him a good home. If you'll allow a dog to adopt a boy then why not me?"
The officer continued to look confused until his older partner whispered something in his ear.
"Miss Zwatl, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but that was a cartoon. There are rules. You can't just take kids off the street."
The boy in question leaned around Zwatl's side, "I don't want to go back to the foster home. They always yelled at me. And she cooks good!"
Zwatl and the boy both jumped as a voice broke in behind them, "Again?"
"Mom! It's different this time! This one doesn't have a family, I checked."
The older officer took over, "Ambassador, perhaps we could discuss this inside?"
