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tamingthemuseTitle: Into the Woods
Author: Spikesgirl58
Fandom: Man From UNCLE
Prompt :#346 Non Sequitur
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine; wish they were.
Summary: In the quest to understand the meaning of the phrase, non sequitur, Illya will go to great lengths, even consulting a gypsy and delving into the mysteries of Baba Yaga.
A taste:
“нелогичное заключение.” Illya’s tongue hurt from wrapping itself around that phrase. “Mama, what does it mean?”
“It’s nonsense,” she snapped. “Larysa, hold still!” The wiggling baby paid no attention her mother and began to splash. “Illya, go see your grandfather,” Mama ordered.
Illya knew that was Mama’s way of telling him to get lost without actually coming out and saying it. Mama was busier and busier as new babies seemed to find their way to their doorstep. His seven-year old mind tried to wrap itself around how it kept happening, but nothing made sense to him. Mama said they were a gift from the cabbage patch, but it was winter when Larysa arrived. And he hadn’t seen any big birds either.
Author: Spikesgirl58
Fandom: Man From UNCLE
Prompt :#346 Non Sequitur
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine; wish they were.
Summary: In the quest to understand the meaning of the phrase, non sequitur, Illya will go to great lengths, even consulting a gypsy and delving into the mysteries of Baba Yaga.
A taste:
“нелогичное заключение.” Illya’s tongue hurt from wrapping itself around that phrase. “Mama, what does it mean?”
“It’s nonsense,” she snapped. “Larysa, hold still!” The wiggling baby paid no attention her mother and began to splash. “Illya, go see your grandfather,” Mama ordered.
Illya knew that was Mama’s way of telling him to get lost without actually coming out and saying it. Mama was busier and busier as new babies seemed to find their way to their doorstep. His seven-year old mind tried to wrap itself around how it kept happening, but nothing made sense to him. Mama said they were a gift from the cabbage patch, but it was winter when Larysa arrived. And he hadn’t seen any big birds either.
