Party & Sleep Like it's 1642 - By Anakin1218
-All RtED characters belong to the nice folks at Dreamworks, I just borrowed them for some fun As always thanks to Reba, write onJ
Being a god sure had it's perks, like sleeping till noon and eating all the food you could devour; oh and there was the piles of gold everywhere you looked. Than again it did have a down side, like tons of public appearances, dressing in strange outfits and saving the city from any major or minor disaster (no matter if you didn't know a fig about what you where getting into).
All this tossed through Tulio's mind one morning; he was up early for a change. Usually Miguel was shaking him awake sometime around mid afternoon but not today, a particularly noisy parrot had gotten him up (he'd thrown a pillow at it to get it to shut up) and now lay pondering. And he would have continued his mental spinning if Bibo hadn't chosen to climb into bed and flop on his stomach; apparently he made the perfect pillow. Smiling wickedly he gingerly picked the little critter up and tip toed over to Miguel's bed; his best friend was sound asleep. Working off the affects of the pervious nights drinking; this was going to be a pay back for all those early morning wake ups!
With a quick flick of his wrist Tulio pitched a startled Bibo onto the bed; immeadetly he burrowed under the nearest hiding spot, a nice fluffy pillow. Which caused Miguel to jump clean out of bed and land on the floor; he looked around groggily and glowered at a laughing Tulio. Who was doubled over howling with laughter, not impressed with his buddy's prank Miguel grabbed his pillow and whapped Tulio up side the head. Bibo who didn't appreciate all this early morning fuss headed back to Tulio's bed and curled up in his shirt, with just his ears pointing out.
The two friends ended their pillow fight and settled about getting ready for the day; thier preparations got cut short by the appearance of the chief; he brought news of yet another ceremony and party to be held that night. And of course the two 'gods' had to be there. So much for a day of exploring thought Miguel as he followed Tulio and Bibo out the door; decding to make an entrance at they rode Altivo to the next temple over. Inside they found a warren of rooms, each given over to a different aspect of preparing for the evenings bash; to Tulio it looked as if all Spain had turned out for the carnival season. Which was great, he enjoyed a good party but this busy schedule was beginning to wear him a little thin.
Didn't these people ever take a day off? Maybe they had a god for everything; ok he decided that he didn't want to go there. While his humans spent the afternoon getting groomed, Altivo waited patiently outside, snacking on grass and the occasional fruit. But he got tired of waiting and trotted up the steps and into the temple; the attendants quickly gave him a large pillow to sit on (after all he was the 'gods' carrier);Altivo sat down just as if he where a human and 'FHWAAAAP'! The pillow was really just a hollow air filled skin that didn't hold his weight; hearing the funny noise the two 'gods' came running and immeadlty started laughing their collective butts off! Poor Altivo was so embarrassed that he ran and hid in the bushes out front for the rest of the day. It took some coaxing by Miguel and a huge bucket of sugared fruit to get him to come out in time for the party; he felt allot better attired in a gold bridle and sold gold horseshoes. The two 'gods' rode in style to their temple; the party was the best one yet. It lasted till dawn, tons of food and drink and wild music. Tulio finally had to drag Miguel away (who was jamming with a local 'band').
The two friends where exhausted and stumbled to their room. Glad to be back in their regular clothes they lounged and chatted, until Tulio remembered that he had forgot to take his fake fingernails off. They'd been part of his costume, he had represented the god of Joy and each nail was a work of art, a thin piece of wood richly inlaid with jade, lapis and rimmed in gold; he wanted to keep them but he didn't want to live in them! With Miguel's help they began to pry them loose, or they tried to at least. The stubborn nails wouldn't budge; finally Miguel thought to steam them off. Which worked but it made Tulio's hands look like prunes! And it took forever to boot; it was almost sun-up by the time the last nail popped free. Relieved to have them off, Tulio crashed into bed and Miguel prayed his hands would be back to normal by the time he woke up. Bibo curled up on Miguel's pillow and he promised the little armadillo that he was going to help him get Tulio back for that morning's sneak attack. Bibo just swiveled his ears sleepily 'bink' and curled up to dream of chasing butterflys; Miguel smiled. It must be great to be a armidillo, just sleep, eat and chase bugs all day; than again he'd miss having Tulio around and that would be the worst, they'd been friends since forever.
Pondering on that thought he dozed off and didn't notice when Altivo crept in and climbed onto the bed. The Great War horse was feeling left out and was looking for a warmer (and comfortable) place to sleep; besides he wanted to be around his friends; Tulio thought the site that afternoon was beyond funny. Here was Altivo, who was lying like a dog, pushing Miguel almost out of bed; strechetd across the foot of the bed and tiny Bibo curled up on his pillow. He grabbed Miguel and hauled him into his own bed and let the animals have the other one all to themselves; the two sets of friends spent that afternoon in a pleasant slumber, dreaming of grass, gold, glory and butterflies.
The End