Short and Pointless One-Act Stories
~Part Two~
"Arcadia"
by Maggie
Tea' was in the backyard introducing Missy and Sam to the chickens. Samantha immediatly started to cry, and didn't stop until Mulder picked her up. Even then, she leaned her head against his shoulder whimpering and sucking on her fingers.
"What's the problem?" Scully asked, coming out, waddling like a duck.
"Sammie's afraid of the chickens."
"'Tinky!" wailed Samantha, bursting into fresh tears.
Scully sighed. "I knew it. She's pissed because she thinks we got new geese. Come here, baby," she said, taking Samantha and bringing her into the house, telling her something about Stinky.
Missy seemed intrigued by the chickens. She reached over to pet Spork who immediatly bit her finger.
Melissa threw her head back and let out a wild scream of anger. Not that it hurt, because it really didn't, but she didn't like things being mean to her. Spoiled little brat. Mulder picked her up, and she continued screaming for a while.
Scully came out holding Sammie, now a bit more calm. Maggie and Sarah followed, holding a book about how to slaughter Pigs. Dani followed, and suddenly, out of the bushes, came...
"RATBOY!" hollered Sarah and Scully.
A kind looking young lady smiled, confused. "Pardon?"
"Sorry," Scully said. "I thought you were my scum of a son."
The woman smiled weakly. "Well, in any case, hell. My name is Angela..." she began.
"Mommy?!" cried Tea'.
"...Lawrence," she finished. "Angela Lawrence. My family just moved in next door."
"How quaint," cooed Mulder. "Neighbours. I'll let you stay as long as you don't fall in love with my wife."
Angela looked horrified. "Anyways," she continued shakily. "I have a sixteen year old named Dennis, a fifteen year old named Deirdre, an eight year old named Dan, and a two year old named Deena. My husband's name is Darren."
"That's sweet," Maggie muttered. "The D's. D for Disturbed."
Sarah burst into hysterical laughter as did their mother. Maggie started to laugh too because they sounded so much alike.
Angela smiled weakly. "Anyhow, my husband wanted me to come over because he doesn't believe chickens are aesthetically pleasing..."
Dani stared in amazement. She had never seen her mother screech in laughter. And now her father was supressing a laugh. "We're quite sorry Angela, but we have every right to breed chickens," Mulder said. "Oh, let me introduce you to the family. My name is Fox, but I even made my parents call me Mulder. My wife, Dana, who is holding Samantha, who's two going on four in a few months, this is Samantha's twin, Melissa, there are the twins Dani and Tea', those are the twins Maggie and Sarah, and that gravestone over there is commemerating our daughter Ari who died in a chandelier crash last month."
Angela frowned. "Okay...I was under the impression this was Arcadia, and chickens are against the CC and R's."
"Well your impression was wrong," Scully said coldly, her laughter stopping abruptly.
"Would you like to join us for dinner tonight?" Sarah asked, after conferencing with Maggie.
"Sure," Angela said.
"Be here at 6:19!" cried Maggie. "Bye!"
Angela shook her head and left. Scully sighed. "Why did you do that?"
"Because," Sarah said. "It'll be fun."
And fun it was.
