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Hannibal's house, Friday
Later today, Hannibal planned to open his office. But for now, that meant getting things in order: dressing in a nice suit, preparing coffee and hot water for tea, finishing up the scones that would be snacks, feeding the cats, pretending not to feed the glittery flamingos, and going through his voicemail to make certain there hadn't been any last-minute cancellations.
It was a busy morning, but a good one.
[Expecting one, but open before he gets there!]
It was a busy morning, but a good one.
[Expecting one, but open before he gets there!]
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With a slight nod he took the small box of doughnuts from the racoon who was chattering away happily. Was it rubbing its paws together and laughing? Dwight shook his head and decided he was just imagining it and started off on his way.
When he was away from the racoons, he opened the box and took a little peek in to check the contents. I mean, getting doughnuts from racoons? You couldn't be too careful right?
Convinced all was good he closed the box and started on his way, totally oblivious to the tiny hole that popped up out of no where and started tailing him, sucking up random pieces of trash, leaves, and rocks as it went.
As he went, Dwight pulled out his phone to call and let Hannibal know he was on his way over.
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Yes the box was essentially cut in half with one side containing simpler options such as old fashioned, basic glazed, and a cruller, in case Hannibal wasn't a fan of the super sweet options on the other side that consisted of chocolate frosting, jelly , and Boston crème.
(See, he wasn't a totally oblivious caveman LOL )
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Meanwhile, Hannibal was getting coffee and arranging the tray with cream and sugar. "The sweet and the bitter."
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"Thunder?" he asked, a bit confused. "It's been sunny and clear all day so far."
Dwight stood and looked out the window curiously and froze for a moment before finding his voice.
"Oh that is not good... Hannibal, you need to come see this!"
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"Stay in here," he advised. "I've spells on the place so nothing that means harm can get in."
The hole headed straight for them and made it under the porch, which strained, the whole house shuddering, before the porch broke off and tipped into the hole.
"Assuming it can't take the entire house in." He looked around for the cats, in case they had to flee.
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"Whether it can or not, it sure seems determined to try," he said glancing at Hannibal as Joni clawed her way up to his shoulder where she perched, meowing loudly in protest of the rumbling and shaking.
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"Keep hold of her and head for the front door; I'll try to find Beethoven." It would be nice if he could have called him, but even if he weren't deaf, he was a cat.
The shaking got worse as he made his way to the music room to check the couch there, and then toward the upstairs.
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Suddenly the house gave another great shudder and creaked loudly as it started to lean and tilt. This did not bode well....
"Hannibal!" Dwight shouted towards the stairs he had seen him disappear up.
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He quickly grabbed the railing, wrapping arms and legs about it and hoping it was as sturdy as it had been designed to be. He saw Beethoven's fluffy tail disappear under the couch and sent up a brief prayer for his harpsichord to anyone who might be listening.
Then the house was tumbling end over end into wherever it was the hole led.