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Posted on 10/15/2005 7:13:08 AM PDT by HairOfTheDog
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Rah’lo coughed softly and spoke in an even softer tone.
“Begging your pardon, Wise One. I hadn’t the time to mention it before, but Promise cannot speak.”
The collective gasp of the assembled creatures was loud as a roar in the quiet of the glade. The stillness of a moment before was gone in a blaze of frenzied conversations among the crowd.
Promise was humiliated by her apparent lack of basic intelligence. However, she was not about to make the same attempt to speak as she had earlier and disgrace herself further.
Another torrent of spit flew by Promise and landed in the midst of a particularly loud group of rodents. Shrieking with alarm, they quickly folded their paws before them and gave the leader their rapt attention.
Tossing her head high, the matriarch spoke directly to Promise.
“I am the Wise One, youngling. My name is Dah’lia. And since it is obvious to everyone that you know nothing of our respective Kinds, I will inform you that I am a llama.”
Promise nodded slowly at Dah’lia, her first attempt to respond to another being was met with an approving smile.
“Now there is something.” Dah’lia stated.
She turned to Rah’lo, asking, “Has she tried to speak at all, Badger?”
Rah’lo shook his furry head in dismay. “She may have been trying, but I don’t think she understands how it’s done.”
“Well then”, said the llama, “We’ll just have to fix that, won’t we?”
Flashing a saucy wink at the badger, Dah’lia straightened her neck and pointed one cloven hoof at the silent assemblage of creatures.
“This is The Council,” she said to Promise. “Leaders of each of the Kinds are found here. Each has a place of honor in the Council which address the needs and concerns of everyone in Timberwood.”
She continued by pointing out and naming each of the Kinds. There were dozens present. Rabbit. Mouse. Chipmunk. Squirrel. Name after name was pronounced and as their Kind was called, the respective Leader bowed to the llama, then nodded to Promise in greeting.
“Every member of every Kind knows how to speak in the Familiar Tongue, although each Kind has a language of its own as well.”
At my age, I don't need hallucinogens.
I get the same sensation by standing up too fast...
This odd bit of dialogue cracked me up. :~D
What will they think of next?
Oh dear...is this a world ruled by llamas?
Ninja llamas?
Then it worked as I planned!
It's an utterly ridiculous tale about ridiculous creatures behaving in a ridiculous manner.
The llama is the leader of the Council.
Her name is Dah'lia.
Get it?
*groan*
Anyone want to buy a magazine from Jr? He's sellin' em for the football team. He needed 8 sales to get the subscription and he has to turn them in tomorrow. This afternoon he had none.
He got mad when I told him he couldn't do it and said "Don't belittle me like that."
I told him he'd had it for three weeks and had asked no one. I was just stating the facts. But danged if he didn't get seven subscriptions at rehearsal tonight. I'll add the eighth (I promised him two, but he only needs one to get the sweatshirt).
Okay, I'm gonna spend 30 minutes clearing my desk. If I can see straight after that, I may write for bit.
If it ain't cheesy, it ain't NaNo. ;-)
Ouch. :-)
Ha! That's just baaaad. But you realize that. ;-)
By the time Bob had made his way back through the cubicle farm to his desk, some of the initial elation had worn off, and he was beginning to wonder what on earth he'd just done. His job wasn't the greatest, but it was a job, and now he'd gone and thrown it away. There wasn't any turning back. And he was still furious with Clint for being so suspicious and arrogant. No, it was time to move on. He just wished he hadn't done it on the spur of the moment. After all, it wasn't as if he really *had* inherited a kingdom. That was balderdash. Or was it? As he packed the contents of his desk into an empty copy paper box, he found himself daydreaming about what, as a Dark Lord, he could have done to Clint. Maybe zotted him with magic blue lightning. Crispy Clint Critter - it would be a beautiful thing. Or maybe he could have had him tortured by maniacal squirrels, whose endless day and night chatter would slowly drive him insane. Or he could have locked him in a tower with a computer with no games and no internet access for all eternity, doomed to subsist on hot pockets and leftover pizza forever. Hm...was this really in his blood? At that moment, it rather appealed to him.
Delightful!
Does Benadryl count? Nighttime Benadryl makes me loopy.
Sneak freeping from the big 'puter?
Bob is EVIL! I like!
Shhh.... I haven't finished drying my hair and I don't want dwarves asking silly questions.
DUKE looks around [the bar] -- the entire room has TRANSFORMED into a ROOM FILLED WITH REPTILES IN CLOTHES, DRINKING AND GNAWING AT ONE ANOTHER.I was right in the middle of a %&#%$! reptile zoo. And somebody was giving booze to these &!$%^* things! It won't be long before they tear us to shreds!
Gonzo: If you think we're in trouble now wait until you see what's happening in the elevators.
No - I don't think so ;~D
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