Thank you for the consideration, Meline, I genuinely appreciate it! =^^=
From what I understand, poor Rogas woke up with a severe hangover, and he barely had had a chance to drink!
Blastech, aggressive bathroom products? Funny you should mention that... =^^;;
* From the grill area a clattering noise is heard. The procession has reached its destination, and an animated soap dish stands on the table next to the grill. He is flanked on either side by several green 'mallows. The peep is before him still tied to the pencils with rubber bands *
Clak, clikk, clikettey-klak clac clac clac! Clic klak cliketty klakkety clic clic, clak!
Translation: Oh great of burning, melting ouchiness, please have mercy on these humble denizens of mallowdom. Accept this offering of the sacrificial peep and do not burn us in your all consuming fire!
P.S. Could you send us a nice pooftail to play with?
A-heh, cute arent they? =^^;;
Ah, Lacre, pleased to meet you! If you could please see that the brats don't burn on the grill...
* Two whining complaining small children ,twin grey fox kits, (3rd post)
are suspended above the grill *
Alright, who did that! Would someone get them down for me please?
* Watchs the weasel and rat prepare to feast *
Hee, hee! Please feel free to take as much as you want! =^^=
Now without further ado, may I present:
Chapter 4: Thank Heaven for Little Girls
Curiosity and fear warred within Trajan, he’d never seen a human before. Tales of the gigantic furless, naked barbarians bent on the destruction of rac-conan kind came to his mind. Almost unwittingly he began to creep closer to the cottage. He had also heard that humans were stupid, slow witted brutes, perhaps he might be able to steal some unguarded food from the inhabitants of the cottage. If they were as superstitious as he had heard, he might be able to even have a little fun in the process.
The structure was crude by rac-conan standards. A simple rectangular box made of logs packed with clay in between to keep the drafts out. However, the sheer size of it was quite impressive, it was almost two rac-conan stories tall from the ground to the gutter. The peaked roofline must have added another six feet to the height of the house. The window that Trajan could see was just over three feet off the ground, which put it just above the top of Trajan’s head. There was a crate located just off to the side of the window. Quietly and carefully he slid the box under the opening, climbed on top and peered in.
Sarah was just getting ready for another long day’s work. It was still dark outside, but the work would not wait. The young widow sighed, she looked at her two children just now beginning to stir from their beds. Autumn was in the air and winter would follow soon. Would they be able to lay in enough supplies before the cold weather came?
Karen stirred first from her warm comfortable bed. Groggily she raised her head in protest, chestnut curls clung to her face with sleep. She rubbed her green eyes in an effort to get the sleepiness out of them. “G’mornin’ mommy, is it time to wake up already?”
“Yes, Dewdrop, wake your brother, he’ll need to milk the goat while you help me make breakfast”
The little boy, two years Karen’s junior and all of seven years old proved a little more difficult to rouse from his warm bed.
“I d’wanna get up!” he protested. “How can it be called morning if the sun’s not up?” He pointed to the window to make his point.
Reflexively, Karen followed her brother’s finger to the window.
Trajan was fascinated by the scene before him. There was some sort of speech going on inside, he pressed his muzzle to the glass in order to get closer to hear what was going on. His ears were cranked full forward to pick up the slightest sound.
Karen turned to see a large luminous green eye staring in at them through the glass, beneath it a small black fleshy thing was mashed into the clear surface. The glass fogged slightly as the creature outside exhaled.
A brief moment of silence lapsed when Trajan’s eye met Karen’s.
The predawn stillness was shattered by the incredible screech of a frightened little girl.
The sound hit Trajan like a high powered levin bolt to the head. Ears ringing, he fell backwards from the horrible noise and landed hard on his rump. He barely had the presence of mind to grab his boomslang before he sprinted across the field back to the concealment of the woods.
“Alright, alright, I’m getting up, just stop it please!” whined the young boy.
“Karen what are you doing?!”
“M-mommy, there’s s-something outside the window” the little girl was shaking in fear.
Sarah was concerned. Karen generally wasn’t given to pranks, and they did live uncomfortably close to the woodline. Could this be the bear that had taken her Thomas away from her earlier that year? She desperately wanted to move back to the city, but things were so expensive there and there wasn’t much decent work for a single mother to do. Worse she feared for her children should she fall too deeply into debt.
Something about the situation unsettled Sarah. If there was an intruder outside, the animals would pick it up. But neither the geese nor the goat were making any noise. A human prowler? The livestock were their livelihood, without them they would be forced to the city, she needed to investigate. She grabbed a torch from beside the fireplace and a poker as well and cautiously proceeded outside.
Always tell the truth, that way you don't have to remember anything. -- Mark twain