He screamed a stream of profanity over the sound of screeching tires as he dove on the dog, slamming him out of the lane and rolling into the other one. The bag he'd been carrying flew through the air, spilling on the edge of the park as Sid screamed a load of profanely incoherent scolding at the dog while the driver of the car yelled profanity out the window at them, complete with rude gestures. Sid, of course, sat up on top of the dog and yelled his own stream of profanity, complete with his own rude gestures.
Magnus lay flat on his back in the middle of the other lane, confused as he ever could be ((although, knowing Magnus, that's probably not true)). There were a lot of things that just weren't adding up.
First, his tummy had just starting hurting. It like like one moment it was fine --well, he had been hungry but that hadn't
hurt-hurt-- and now it felt like all the air had just been punched out of his lungs. He inhaled, spluttering, and stared at the sky.
That was the second thing. How had he gotten on his back? One instant he was approaching that black Sid cat, and then WHAM. Staring up at the clouds with a loud, screeching-squealing noise in his ears.
And then there was the cat himself. Somehow he was sitting on Mag's tummy --a portion of the great dog's discomfort-- and the cat was spewing out all those words that were the bad ones that you weren't supposed to say. Honestly, there were some words that he hadn't even
heard before-- were those as bad as the rest? He didn't know-- he barely could comprehend what it was that the cat was yelling first at him, then at the driver of that car that was driving away, or why he was mad in the first place.
Oh yeah. The cat was mad. Magnus dimly realized this, looking at the feline's expression. And his tone --angry, yelling-- made it clear too, even if Magnus didn't catch all the words...
So what had happened?
He didn't know.
Magnus' ears would have gone back from the cat's scolding, but he was just too bewildered. Moving clumsily with his arm held to his side --somehow he'd bumped his elbow and it twinged, but the pain was already fading so it wasn't bad-- he shifted the cat off his stomach, then realized he was sitting in the road. He stood, then seemed torn for a minute, staring at the back of the retreating car, which was motoring away quite fast. For some reason his heart was beating really hard and his breathing was quick and he felt all nervous, but he didn't know why, and he still wasn't clear on what had just happened. His voice fluttered as he spoke, a shade higher than usual, breathy,
"Hey Sid cat. M-maybe we should get outta the road. It can be-- be dangerous, you know." He looked around, saw the bag and the scattered items, and bent down to retrieve one of them. He held whatever it was out to Sid silently, and realized that his paw was shaking.
It was obvious that he had no idea what was going on.