I was beautiful. My straight brown hair hung to my shoulders, and my brown eyes twinkled as I sat on the terrace outside Tara, the Plantation that my family owned.
“I don’t care if there is a war, Amanda,” Jake, my father, said.
“War, war, war. If you say ‘war’ one more time, I will go in the house and slam the door,” I said.
“I’m sorry, honey,” said he. “Let’s talk about the barbecue at Megakat Oaks tomorrow.”
“Oh, that will be a splendid affair,” I said.
“Want ta know a secret? Dr. Viper is going to marry Callie Briggs,” he said to me.
“Callie Briggs, that goody-goody! What does Viper see in her?” And, I stomped off.
**It couldn’t be,** I thought. **I know Viper doesn’t know I love him. I’ll tell him at the barbecue tomorrow.**
“Hold still,” said my servant, Mammy.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“It’s food,” she replied.
“I don’t need it. I will eat at the barbeque,” I said.
“You gonna eat it,” said Mammy. “I’m not going to let you go to the barbecue and eat like a fieldhand and gobble like a hog!” she said abruptly.
“Viper says he likes girls with a healthy appetite,” I said.
“What gentlekats say and they mean are two different things, and I don’t see Dr. Viper asking to marry you,” she said.
“Viper loves me. I know it,” I said and left for the B-B-Q.
I longingly stared at Dr. Viper; he was ever so handsome.
“Viper!” I shouted.
“Isss that you, Amanda?” he asked.
“Oh Viper, I know you love me and not Callie Briggs. I know that you must love me as I love you,” I said to him.
“Oh, yesss. I do,” he said to me with a smile.
“Marry me, Viper!” I said.
“Okay, my ssssweet.”
And, me and Dr. Viper had a glorious wedding.
Jake, Chance, Felina, Mayor Manx, Comander Feral, and a very upset Callie Briggs attended. And, me and Dr. Viper lived happily ever after.
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