Pets By Wolfman!
Sir John sat in the easy chair, reflecting on the days events.
The morning had started well, he had taken lorn to the lake for
his daily bath.
Dragons as you know are a very clean species.Regular baths are
a must to clean off the soo you know.
Sir John laughed to himself when he remembered lorns antics in
the lake.
Chasing the fish and then running from the Giant electric eels
he stirred up. He almost fell out of the
chair he laughed so hard when he remembered the splashing and screaming
lorn made when he got
the first shock! He had come splashing and roaring out of the lake
in fright hahahaha...so much for
his first meeting with a Giant electric eel. 10 feet long and very
aggressive, they could fry a man or
give a painful jolt to a young Dragon.
The day
had went downhill steadily from there. On the way back to the castle Lorn
had
interrupted the kings hunt by catching the stag being hunted and
eating it. In the process he had
spooked every horse in the kings retinue. Horses rearing and screaming,
scattering to the four points
of the compass.
Royal retainers being thrown left and right, and worst of all the
king landing on his royal posterior.
Sir john and lorn had beat a hasty retreat before the kings hunting
party could disentangle themselves
from each other.
Next was the sheep on the way back to the castle, Lorn had always preferred
sheep to all
else as a meal. Sir John didn't know if it was the way they tasted
or the way their wool went poof
when he cooked them with his fiery breath. Needless to say the
herders weren't to happy when Lorn
started to snack on their sheep. There would be hell to pay at
the castle tonight, first the hunting
party then the sheep. What could happen next? Sir John figured
they had better skirt around the
village today the way things were going today. Last time through
the village Lorn had chased a stray
cat through the whole village,turning over carts,setting houses
and straw stacks on fire. There was
something about cats that Lorn hated with a passion, he would go
out of his way to run down and
toast any stray cat he came across!
They skirted the village without incident and then sneaked in the back
gate of the castle( or
as close as they could come to sneaking a 30 foot immature Dragon
in), passing the new stables.
The old stables had burned down after the last stray cat incident,
Luckily only Lorn and Sir John
knew what started that fire
Sir John had made sure all the stray cats were ousted from the
castle in the next few days...or so he
hoped.
The day had went relatively well after that, he had tucked Lorn away in
his shed and
waited for the kings return. Sir John knew the king would be upset
after the hunting incident his ahhh
pridably bruised...hahaha. But as usual Sir John thought
he could make his cousin see
reason, keeping a friendly Dragon around the kingdom was a deterrent
to invasion and being
Dragons are territorial it prevented another Dragon from moving
in. Unlike men Dragons never
fought each other. There was to much territory and to few Dragons
to fight between themselves.
THUMP! "Where is that Dragon? Where's Sir John?" His reverie was suddenly
broken by
the sound of a door being thrown open and the kings yell as he
returned. Time to pay the piper
Sir John rose to meet his cousin half way but the chamber door
flew open before he could reach
them.
But it wasn’t the king....it was the major of the kings guard.
"Come quick Sir john, Lorns torching
the new stables!" What now wondered Sir John? "What happened, what's
Lorn doing?"
Catching his breath the major explained one of the wall guards
had seen Lorn chase a stray tabby
cat that had come in with the traders today into the new stables.
Presently amidst the screams of the
horses and Lorns roars of rage smoke had started to come from the
windows and eaves of the
stables.
By the time
the castle retainers and guards had arrived to put out the fire the stables
were well
engulfed in flame.All the horses had run out when Lorn had charged
in after the tabby cat, and
presently Lorn had come out with a smug happy look on his face.
As he stared at the guards and
retainers a tabby cat raced out of the stables between Lorns legs.
Seeing this the guards and
retainers scattered to the four winds in haste. Lorn charged off
after the tabby cat which had just run
in the palace door!
Seeing this Sir John started after lorn, but Lorn made it to the
door before Sir John could stop him.
Just as Lorns head disappeared into the doorway Sir John heard
his cousin say..."Where did this cat
come from?" Then a high pitched "OH SHI.....WOOOMPF!"As Lorn tried
to flame the cat!
Sir John
knew he was to late when the cloud of smoke shot back out the door, obscuring
Lorn from view. The next time Sir john saw Lorn was when he came
barreling out of the smoke
cloud with his tail between his legs, and for good reason! A well
singed and soot blackened King
Paul was in hot (literally)
pursuit of Lorn with a boar spear! About every forth step he prodded
Lorn in the rear and screamed
"out...out you beast! Toast my castle will you...out!" Sir John
stared in bewilderment as the king
chased Lorn out the gate with his boar spear! He thought this would
be a good time to make a hasty
withdrawal from the kings court and kingdom until things cooled
down. Which the way things looked
was going to be a quite awhile! As he started for the door he thought
this would be a good time to
take that long vacation he had been planning.
When Sir John
reached the smoking blackened door he stopped and looked over his shoulder
at the gate......Nepenthe king was still in hot pursuit of Lorn,
an occasional Yip and then a mad
cackling laugh could be heard going down the road. It would be
a long time before this blew over he
thought! As he turned to enter Sir John felt something rubbing
his leg , looking down he saw the
tabby cat happily rubbing and purring against his leg. Not a hair
singed or out of place it
seemed....though he was obviously two lives shorter at least! And
if Sir john didn't get a move on his
life would be shorter , he could hear the distant flapping of wings.
Either Lorn had gotten tired of
running or the king had landed a good one on his rump with the
boar spear! Time to go...the king
would be returning shortly.
Sir John
raced up the stairs and grabbed his traveling cloak as well as his backpack.
Grabbing
clothing and possessions he stuffed them in his pack Willie nilly!
Then charging out the door and
down the back steps as he heard his cousins noisy return.."Where
is he!...ILL stick this boar spear
so far up his.......", King Pauls voice was cut off as Sir John
raced out the back door! Yep....it was
going to be a long time before he came home again! Mounting one
of the loose horses he rode out
the gate, just as he reached the trees Lorn swooped in with a hurt
look on his face."What did i
do...what did I do wrong? Was it king Pauls cat? Why did he poke
me in the butt with his spear?
Why was he so dirty? Docent he bathe?"
"Shutup
Lorn! I've told you and told you...Leave the cats alone! Sir John scolded."
We have
to go away for awhile Lorn, FAR away! King Paul is just a little
upset with us right now. "ILL say"
said Lorn.
"If I didn't know better id say he was relay trying to stick me
with that spear!"And he smelled....like
roast pork i think it was!" Sir John just shook his head in defeat.
As he rode on wondering where to
go first , he asked himself...it couldn’t get any worse could it????
And then Lorn said
"LOOK......SHEEEEEPPP!!!!
By Wolfman
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