Punishment For Thievery
>”hold still Francis I almost got it!”
>“Oh golly- I’m not seeing gabby any which were we should be clear.”
>jonah holding the jar of honey climbs down his stepping stool friend.
>you feel mischievous but Francis looks anxious like gabby could be back any second.
>slip the lid open and with the wand enjoy some honey with your friend.
>As you and Francis carefully place it back on the shelf. You two sweet thieves sneak out of the kitchen.
>You bump into something soft and fluffy as your heart sinks.
>"O-oh dear."
>You look up and see the disappointed face of Gabby, her arms crossed and her right foot tapping on the floor.
>"You two better have a good explanation for this."
>"I-it was his idea! I was just doing my chores when he tempted me with the idea!" Francis said ratting Jonah out and pointing a claw at him.
>"And did you turn down his idea?" Gabby emphasized looking cross.
>"N-n....no..." Francis looked down at the floor.
>"You know you could've just asked Jonah."
>Jonah looked down at his hooves in shame that he was caught.
>"For sneaking sweets, you two will be working off those calories... With Mikey~"
>Both of their heads shot up and looked at the smug angel with terrified looks.
>"M-mikey! A-angel Gabby no! A-anyone but her!"
>"You two decided to steal sweets, it's only fair that you work it off."
>Mikey walks in, her standard robes and halo replaced with a drill instructor's hat and attire, in her hands she held a riding crop with a sadistic grin on her lips.
>Jonah and Francis held onto each other, trembling in fear.
>"Mikey, you have the floor. Make sure they, learn their lesson~"
>Gabby floats away as Mikey steps forward.
>"LISTEN YOU MAGGOTS! THE ONLY WAY I'M LETTING YOU TWO GO IS WHEN YOU HAVE COMPLETED YOUR PENANCE! YOU TWO WILL BE RUNNING 10 LAPS AROUND THE FRONT AAAND BACK YARD! IF I SEE ANY ONE OF YOU TRAILING BEHIND I'LL MAKE SURE YOU KEEP YOUR PORTLY LEGS MOVING! AM I MAKING MYSELF CLEAR?!"
>"M-ma'am yes ma'am!" The two say and salute as they bolted out the door and began taking laps around the yard.
>Mikey followed closely by them, giving her own brand of, "encouragement"
>"Step it up buttermuffins!" "Keep that pace creampuff!" "My grandmother could move faster and she's quadriplegic!"
>”but Mikey you don’t have a grandma.”
>”Thats another lap onto the counter Mr.Whitman!”
>The two thieves finished their laps, panting like dogs in the Louisiana heat.
>"32.51 minutes... WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK THIS IS?! A MARCHING BAND!? GET YOUR KEISTERS WASHED UP AND REPORT BACK TO ME IN 10 MINUTES!"
>the two painfully jog into the house to clean themselves up.
>Francis wheezed as he entered the bathroom.
>"Oh golly... She's gonna... Work us... To the bone..."
>Jonah nodded, his poor little heart pumping in his chest.
>The two exited early and stood to attention.
>"Well, looks like you two came out earlier than expected. I'm impressed. BUT IT'S GONNA TAKE MORE THAN THAT TO CONVINCE ME YOU'RE FINISHED! YOUR NEXT ASSIGNMENT, TWENTY PUSHUPS, NO KNEES! NOW GET PUSHING!"
>Francis struggles to do more than ten pushups, and Mikey is not amused.
>Jonah has gotten to fifteen so far.
>"GET PUSHING FATCAKES! I OUGHTA MAKE YOU DO THIRTY JUST SO YOU LOSE A COUPLE POUNDS!"
>"A-angel Mikey, I-i don't think I-i can do anymore."
>"THEN HOW'S ABOUT I GIVE YOU SOME MOTIVATION!"
>She seems to pull a plate of raw uncooked broccoli from somewhere and puts it right under his head.
>"NOW GET MOVING!"
>The sight of the dreaded vegetable gives Francis the will to finish. But after the last pushup he flops face first into the broccoli.
>Jonah giggles as Francis has been tuckered out.
>Mikey sighs and puts a paw to her forehead, "Jonah, you're free to go. I'll help Francis into his room."
>Jonah beams a wide smile and hugs Mikey before skipping off back to the house.