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[#019] Tasting With Rabbits (Harvey)
Theme Prompt: #019 – Sweet Tooth
Title: Tasting with Rabbits
Fandom: Harvey
Rating/Warnings: None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 961
Summary: Elwood makes a surprising discovery and tries to rectify the situation
“I’m just stepping out for a bit, Veta,” Elwood P Dowd called to his sister from the bottom of the stairs.
She immediately hurried into view on the landing, her expression concerned and her daughter, Myrtle Mae, close on her heels..
“But where are you going, Elwood?” Veta asked. “It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
Elwood gazed up at them affably, thinking how nice they both looked, standing there.
“Well,” he said, tucking his hands into his waistcoat pockets and rocking back on his heels slightly, “I was just telling Harvey about the new ice cream parlour that opened in town last week, and he told me - though I don’t expect you to believe a word of it - that he’s never tasted ice cream! Of course, I told him this was a calamity that had to be rectified as soon as possible, so he suggested we stroll down there and see what they have to offer.”
“You’re going to a brand new establishment where nobody knows you?” Veta exchanged an anxious glance with Myrtle Mae. “And you’re taking Harvey?”
Elwood chuckled. “Since I’ve yet to set foot in the place, I don’t see how you can expect them to know me,” he said, “and I can’t very well leave Harvey behind when introducing him to ice cream is the purpose of the outing.”
Veta sighed. “Well, I suppose they’ll have to come across you and Harvey sooner or later, so it might as well be today.”
“Why, I thank you for your blessing, Veta,” Elwood said, with his usual sincerity.
Then, he collected his hat from the hook by the door, and departed on his way.
XXXXX
The ice cream parlour stood between the barbershop and the bakery, and presented a very welcoming aspect, what with its striped columns on either side of the door, and brightly lit interior.
Elwood opened the door to a pleasing tinkle from the bell positioned above it, and held it open for Harvey to precede him into the shop. He immediately spied his old acquaintance, Judge Gaffney, seated at the counter, and tipped his hat to the old man before proceeding towards the serving girl.
“Good afternoon,” he said warmly, extending his hand. “My name is Elwood P Dowd, and I’m very pleased to meet you.” He spotted a name badge pinned to her striped blouse. “Clara.”
She looked a bit startled, but took his hand and shook it meekly. “Hello, and welcome.”
“Here, let me give you one of my cards,” Elwood continued, rootling in his pocket and producing a small, white square, which he handed over to her. “Now, if you should ever want to call me, call me at this number. Don't call me at that one, that's the old one.” He pointed out the different listings on the card as he spoke.
Clara looked increasingly confused, but Elwood took no notice.
“And this is my good friend, Harvey,” he said, gesturing to his left. “The reason we’re here is that I’ve just discovered that he’s never tasted ice cream, and I thought it would be a tragedy of the first order to let a situation like that continue one moment longer than necessary. So, we’ll have two of your finest ice cream sundaes, please. One each, that is.”
At the end of this speech, Clara looked beseechingly at Judge Gaffney, as if requesting some kind of interpretation, or instruction as to how to deal with this customer. The judge looked back at her sympathetically, and just nodded reassuringly, gesturing for her to carry out the order.
Clara fixed a bright smile on her face and turned back to Elwood. “If you’d like to take a seat, Mr Elwood, I’ll be right over with the sundaes.”
“Why, thank you, Clara,” he said, smiling in return and handing over the money. “And please call me Elwood.”
He wandered over to an empty table, pulled out one of the chairs for Harvey to sit down, and then took the other one himself. They sat in companionable silence until Clara approached with the desserts in fluted glass dishes. She made as if to put them both down in front of Elwood.
“They’re not both for me,” he said, pleasantly. “We’re here to let Harvey try the ice cream, after all. Just because he’s a six-foot rabbit doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the finer things in life.”
Clara hesitated, then shifted one of the dishes to the other side of the table, placing a spoon carefully to one side of it. She then retreated hurriedly back behind the counter.
Elwood tucked into his ice cream with gusto, expressing his pleasure at the taste. After a few spoonfuls, though, he looked up to see Harvey’s sundae apparently untouched.
“Why, what’s the matter, Harvey?” he asked. “You can’t tell me you don’t like it! What’s that?” He paused for a few seconds, listening intently. “You say it makes your head feel funny? You want to wait and let it warm up a bit? You do know that ice cream is specifically designed to be cold, don’t you? Well, if you don’t like to eat things that are cold, you should have said so. I have to say, this hasn't been your best idea. Wasting this lovely establishment’s ice cream. You should be ashamed of yourself.” He looked down as his own half-eaten dessert. “I’m certainly not going to waste mine, so you’ll just have to sit there and watch me eat it. I don’t know,” he continued, more to himself than to Harvey. “He complains about never having tasted ice cream and now he won’t eat it. I really can’t take him anywhere.”
Oblivious to the stares of the other customers, Elwood turned back to his ice cream.
Title: Tasting with Rabbits
Fandom: Harvey
Rating/Warnings: None
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 961
Summary: Elwood makes a surprising discovery and tries to rectify the situation
“I’m just stepping out for a bit, Veta,” Elwood P Dowd called to his sister from the bottom of the stairs.
She immediately hurried into view on the landing, her expression concerned and her daughter, Myrtle Mae, close on her heels..
“But where are you going, Elwood?” Veta asked. “It’s the middle of the afternoon.”
Elwood gazed up at them affably, thinking how nice they both looked, standing there.
“Well,” he said, tucking his hands into his waistcoat pockets and rocking back on his heels slightly, “I was just telling Harvey about the new ice cream parlour that opened in town last week, and he told me - though I don’t expect you to believe a word of it - that he’s never tasted ice cream! Of course, I told him this was a calamity that had to be rectified as soon as possible, so he suggested we stroll down there and see what they have to offer.”
“You’re going to a brand new establishment where nobody knows you?” Veta exchanged an anxious glance with Myrtle Mae. “And you’re taking Harvey?”
Elwood chuckled. “Since I’ve yet to set foot in the place, I don’t see how you can expect them to know me,” he said, “and I can’t very well leave Harvey behind when introducing him to ice cream is the purpose of the outing.”
Veta sighed. “Well, I suppose they’ll have to come across you and Harvey sooner or later, so it might as well be today.”
“Why, I thank you for your blessing, Veta,” Elwood said, with his usual sincerity.
Then, he collected his hat from the hook by the door, and departed on his way.
XXXXX
The ice cream parlour stood between the barbershop and the bakery, and presented a very welcoming aspect, what with its striped columns on either side of the door, and brightly lit interior.
Elwood opened the door to a pleasing tinkle from the bell positioned above it, and held it open for Harvey to precede him into the shop. He immediately spied his old acquaintance, Judge Gaffney, seated at the counter, and tipped his hat to the old man before proceeding towards the serving girl.
“Good afternoon,” he said warmly, extending his hand. “My name is Elwood P Dowd, and I’m very pleased to meet you.” He spotted a name badge pinned to her striped blouse. “Clara.”
She looked a bit startled, but took his hand and shook it meekly. “Hello, and welcome.”
“Here, let me give you one of my cards,” Elwood continued, rootling in his pocket and producing a small, white square, which he handed over to her. “Now, if you should ever want to call me, call me at this number. Don't call me at that one, that's the old one.” He pointed out the different listings on the card as he spoke.
Clara looked increasingly confused, but Elwood took no notice.
“And this is my good friend, Harvey,” he said, gesturing to his left. “The reason we’re here is that I’ve just discovered that he’s never tasted ice cream, and I thought it would be a tragedy of the first order to let a situation like that continue one moment longer than necessary. So, we’ll have two of your finest ice cream sundaes, please. One each, that is.”
At the end of this speech, Clara looked beseechingly at Judge Gaffney, as if requesting some kind of interpretation, or instruction as to how to deal with this customer. The judge looked back at her sympathetically, and just nodded reassuringly, gesturing for her to carry out the order.
Clara fixed a bright smile on her face and turned back to Elwood. “If you’d like to take a seat, Mr Elwood, I’ll be right over with the sundaes.”
“Why, thank you, Clara,” he said, smiling in return and handing over the money. “And please call me Elwood.”
He wandered over to an empty table, pulled out one of the chairs for Harvey to sit down, and then took the other one himself. They sat in companionable silence until Clara approached with the desserts in fluted glass dishes. She made as if to put them both down in front of Elwood.
“They’re not both for me,” he said, pleasantly. “We’re here to let Harvey try the ice cream, after all. Just because he’s a six-foot rabbit doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy the finer things in life.”
Clara hesitated, then shifted one of the dishes to the other side of the table, placing a spoon carefully to one side of it. She then retreated hurriedly back behind the counter.
Elwood tucked into his ice cream with gusto, expressing his pleasure at the taste. After a few spoonfuls, though, he looked up to see Harvey’s sundae apparently untouched.
“Why, what’s the matter, Harvey?” he asked. “You can’t tell me you don’t like it! What’s that?” He paused for a few seconds, listening intently. “You say it makes your head feel funny? You want to wait and let it warm up a bit? You do know that ice cream is specifically designed to be cold, don’t you? Well, if you don’t like to eat things that are cold, you should have said so. I have to say, this hasn't been your best idea. Wasting this lovely establishment’s ice cream. You should be ashamed of yourself.” He looked down as his own half-eaten dessert. “I’m certainly not going to waste mine, so you’ll just have to sit there and watch me eat it. I don’t know,” he continued, more to himself than to Harvey. “He complains about never having tasted ice cream and now he won’t eat it. I really can’t take him anywhere.”
Oblivious to the stares of the other customers, Elwood turned back to his ice cream.