INT. Hypersensitivosaurus' cave - Sunday morning, 10 AM.
Oatmeal pancakes for breakfast.
What was going on?
His canine buddy was running late and didn't even seem to hear the wolf whistle.
Play the following for an idea of how this whistle sounds. Then imagine the raptors in Jurassic Park 2, Lost World. Make it some kind of ultrasound ( a frequency people can't pick up on ) and mix all three of those together.
Wolf-whistle Youtube video audio taken from this source
Something fishing was going on...
Normally the smell of oatmeal pancakes would be more than enough to attract M.M Wolf from a mile away, but the pancakes were getting luke warm and there was still no sign of him. No scratching at the door, no huffing and puffing, no smell of wet dog.
Hypersensitivosaurus tried to stay calm
whatever calm means for a hypersensitive lizard
but he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off.
This had never happened before.
M.M. Wolf had never missed an oatmeal pancake invitation and - even if he wasn't invited - he would show up, attracted by the smell, and indulge himself in whatever was left of the meal.
( more than a ) little hyper gnawed on some chestnuts, to kill the time and to attempt - without much success - to get his mind out of worrying mode.
I know what you're thinking and the answer is: yes, why wouldn't raptors like chestnuts? They love them. Especially if they're sprinkled with olive oil and sea salt and oven roasted.
And then, when H.S. was about to go out, in search of his hairy friend, his wolf whistle came back to him in the form of a whistling wolf.
The big friendly dog had returned and seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
I smell oatmeal pancakes!
were his very first words and he locked his eyes on whatever his nose had picked up on.
That hug will have to wait, my friend...
he continued.
...this wolf is famined!
A minute or so later, he licked the last bit of powdered sugar and Dutch syrup from his lips and let out a huge sigh of relief.
Just what I needed!
Without looking at his lizard friend, he turned around,
toward the door and run out on all four, back to where he came from.
What the ...!
Hypersensitivosaurus uttered.
How rude!
and with some added fire:
Ever heard of basic etiquette? I thought we were friends! but hey, it's clear to me now... If it wasn't for my oatmeal pancakes, you wouldn't even be here!
He started sulking in a corner of his room, like a little kid would do. His knees were drawn up against his chest and he was rocking himself in disbelief and discomfort.
The whistling returned, from outside his front door.
I was just messing with you, buddy...
...you're such a sensitive little fellow... and I mean that in the best way possible
spoke the friendly voice of M.M. Wolf.
... I have plenty of time for my B.F.F.
In fact, I took the day off to spend with you, if you're up for it.
What about a game of chess?
but first, I will take care of these dishes for you.
A big smile returned to the face of Hypersensitivosaurus, while the two friends shared a warm embrace.
Now back to business!
M.M. Wolf continued
and he rushed to the kitchen where he started licking the plates with commitment, focusing especially on anything containing sugar.
THE END
( of this little story, for now... )
Previous Hypersensitivosaurus and M.M. Wolf stories from oldest to latest:
Introducing a new Character - M.M. Wolf - aka Life is like a Chess Game
A Sore Loser - Wolf vs. Raptor - Life is like a chess game - Part 2
Crepe-y Breakfast - Just another day in the life of Hypersensitivosaurus
The Wolf and the Dino - Hunting for Prey
A Chess Game, a Wolf, a Raptor and oatmeal pancakes