Burning Weasels
The flaming cloth clung to Korad's charred body, the flames emanating a seething heat.
"Aye mate," said Scummy, "You've got burn'n weasels on ye 'ead!"
"So that's what the fire's from," Korad realized.
He threw the cloth to the ground and started smacking his head, trying to get the burning weasels.
What the bloody 'ell are ye do'n mate?" Scummy asked.
"I'm trying to get the burning weasels off of my head," he answered, still smacking his head.
"Why don't 'y go and buy a nice cup o' rum and place it in front o' ye," Scummy suggested.
"What good would that do?" Korad asked
"The burn'n blighters would jump off ye 'ead and start swimm'n in it!" Scummy exclaimed while smiling. "I thought everybody knew that!"
"I've never heard about that," Korad admitted.
"Oh an' one more thing," added Scummy, starting to walk away, "make sure that ye stand back when ye place it down in front of ye." And with that, he walked off.
Korad turned and walked to the nearest tavern, The Shady Mole Rat.
Korad opened the door and stepped up to the man behind the counter. "One cup of rum please," he ordered politely.
"Sir!" exclaimed the owner of the tavern urgently, "Ye hair's on fire!"
"I know," Korad said patiently," It's them bloody burn'n weasels.
"Well." The man paused, " It is the time of year when the little bastards come out to reek havoc."
Korad sat down at a table, his head bent over the cup of rum. He waited for
a second and than, low and behold, five burn'n weasels jumped off his head
and landed in thecup with a splash; and than a loud cheer, which ended quite
abruptly when the rum caught fire, turning the cup of rum into a mass of burning
weasels.
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