OVKOR
Film and Entertainment

~ Chapter 1 ~
~ A Damsel in Mowing Distress ~

Kitty blew her hair off her face as she watched the pink basketball hoop rattle on the wall. A pink fluffy bunny knocked the sides of the hoop and fell through...plonk...onto a pink bedspread. Jane, dressed in bright pink pyjamas, crawled to the end of the bed and retrieved her much-loved rabbit.
“Score! Yay!” Jane yelled as her sister watched quietly from the doorway. “Sixty-seven perfect goals!” Jane added.
“Jane, you're shooting hoops on your bed. It's not that impressive.”
“You, Kitty Rain, are jealous.”
“Oh really?” Kitty asked calmly, though her blue eyes widened.
“Jealous of my superior bunny-throwing techniques,” Jane explained, nodding her head.
Jane bounced on her bed and Kitty laughed. Jane flicked her thick, shoulder-length brown hair from side to side and Kitty pushed her fingers through her long, thin golden-blonde hair.
Jane picked her toy rabbit up and made as if she was going to throw it through the hoop again but she changed her mind. Instead she slammed it towards Kitty. The girl caught it and smiled.
“I knew you were going to do that,” Kitty told her sister impressively.
“That's just because you spend so much time with me because you think I'm awesome.”
“Really?”
“Really. I'm awesome at guitar. I'm awesome at singing. I'm awesome at throwing bunnies and I'm so awesome at shooting hoops.”
“I never saw a basketball game where they used a fluffy pink bunny instead of a ball. It doesn't bounce,” Kitty said holding the rabbit by one leg.
“Hold my bunny the right way,” Jane demanded.
Kitty ignored her.
“They would have to change the name: no more basketball. From now on: basketbunny.”
“Ha-ha,” Jane laughed. “I like that. Basketbunny! Hey, hold my bunny the right way.”
“It's a stuffed toy,” Kitty reminded her. “It doesn't care how I hold it.”
“I care!” Jane stated.
Kitty turned her back to Jane and the pink hoop that decorated the wall just above the end of Jane's bed. Then she threw the rabbit and it swished through the air and through the hoop, landing with a soft thud next to Jane.
“I can do that too,” Jane mumbled.
“I know, my awesome bunny-throwing sister,” Kitty complemented as she settled on her own bed and got under the covers. “But it's time for bed. Mum said so. Tomorrow we have to pack.”
“Oh it's sooo exciting. How can you sleep? I can't sleep yet anyway. I have to beat my record. Then I can tell Nathan I got over a hundred. I want to get over a hundred goals okay. So I'm not sleeping till I beat one hundred.”
Kitty turned to Jane. “I thought you didn't like Nathan Eastly anymore.”
“I don't.” Jane stuck her nose in the air. “I like Jimmy Arton. He's the one for me—I know it.”
“Jane West, you are only twelve and you've only spoken to him once!”
“Kitty Rain West,” Jane countered, “once is enough!”
“Really?”
“Yesss and he was sooo dreamy. Oh so dreamy—taking away the horrible mowing job like he did. He was, like, rescuing me, like I was a damsel in distress. It was so distressing having to mow. I hate mowing.”
“Distressed? Distressed because you didn't want to mow?”
“Exactly,” Jane concurred.
“So,” Kitty summarised, “the knight in shining armour, AKA Jimmy Arton, rescued you from the evil mower monster.”
“Yes,” Jane said, sighing and holding her toy rabbit to her chest.
“Snap out of it Jane,” Kitty commanded. “Back to the original point. Why do you want to tell Nathan about your hoop score?”
Jane sat on her pillow and threw the bunny up and then down it went through the hoop.
“Sixty-eight! Because I'm going to beat him. He says he can score one hundred times in a row.”
“Ah. But is he talking about a real basketball with a real basketball hoop?”
“I suppose so,” Jane shrugged.
“And you're going to tell him you can beat him because you can throw a rabbit into a hoop more than one hundred times when you're sitting on your bed? A hoop that's like one metre away?”
“Well I might not put it like that,” Jane confessed.
“Ha-ha, well Jane, get your one hundred or one hundred and one or whatever you're aiming for and then get the light, okay?”
“Sure thing!” Jane bubbled happily, fussing over her rabbit and straightening its fur.
Kitty rolled over and closed her eyes.
“Dear God,” she prayed quietly, “give me a good case. I know I'm supposed to be on holidays and I do want a holiday with the family, but please give me a good case with some good pay as well...really soon okay...”
She listened to Jane. Plonk, “Sixty-nine.” Plonk, “Seventy.” Plonk, “Seventy-one.” Plonk, “Seventy-two.”
Kitty thought about her business called S. I. R. which stood for surveillance, investigation, and research. She had solved several mysteries already and she quietly wished for more cases.
...Plonk, “Eighty-eight.” Plonk, “Eighty-nine.” Plonk, “Ninety.” Plonk...
Kitty smiled as she whispered her prayer. “But God, can you please make sure I don't have a case where I have to count pink fluffy bunnies flying through hoops.”
And God heard her prayer.