Saturday, December 08, 2007
First Meeting 11
“Who are you? What is that?”
Samantha spun around, but couldn’t find the speaker. She glanced at Charlie who was staring at a nearby tree. Samantha fixed her eyes on the same location.
“A dog?” A small face peeked out from between the leaves. The skin matched the bark almost perfectly. “Really, truly, a dog?”
A lithe form in green clothes skinned out of the trunk of the tree and dropped to the ground. “I am the Treeling known as Fritter. I am honored by your visit.” Fritter bowed low to the ground in front of Charlie.
Charlie barked, then assumed his usual position – sitting down, tail wagging, panting with his tongue lolling. [Charlie being a dog, his usual position in these circumstances would be with his nose at Fritter's butt for several minutes.]
Samantha squinted at Fritter. “Treeling? Charlie’s glad you’re honored and all that.”
Fritter straightened with a snap. His eyes, level with Samantha’s, flickered red. “And do you, lowly creature, assume you can speak for Charlie?”
Samantha took a step backwards.
Charlie stood up and growled. His tongue slid behind the even rows of teeth he bared at [Samantha as he declared, "The creature's right. I've had it with you assuming you know what I think."
Charlie dined well that night: Samantha tartare and fritters.] Fritter.
“Ah yes.” Fritter backed a few steps. “I suppose you do. My abject apologies.” Fritter bowed to her. A very shallow bow.
If I saw a creature with skin like tree bark, wearing clothes and talking, I wouldn't assume it was a dog. I'd assume it was a weredingo.
Posted by Evil Editor at 11:27 PM