Vermyn
Who: Uther and Denny.
What: The King of Camelot meets...Denny Crane.
When: Morning.
Where: Main Street.
Rating: G for Guns. Oh, wait, that's not G!
Status: Semi-Private and incomplete.
It was becoming--nay, it had long since become--exceeding vexing.
Uther did not know why it was so, but of late, he had been plagued by a most unusual...following. Was it sorcery? Was it another unfathomable trick of the future? When the first bird had flown through the still-broken windows at the castle, he had thought little of it. He had been too pleased with the magnificent puppy the servant-boy had brought him to concern himself with a lost bird. But then others had followed, mice and squirrels and other birds. Salamanders and frogs and snakes. And Uther was not amused.
He had, however, grown grudgingly accustomed to their presence. He had learned how to manage the smaller, more innocuous of the creatures. But there some he was as yet unable to tolerate.
This morning, for instance, a largish, verminous thing with shadowy eyes and a fat, ringed tail followed him on his walk. At first, it maintained some distance, but as Uther walked, it came closer. And closer. And closer. Until it was really right upon his heels. And this one did not stand on ceremony. It chattered at him. It scolded. In short, it would not leave him alone.
What: The King of Camelot meets...Denny Crane.
When: Morning.
Where: Main Street.
Rating: G for Guns. Oh, wait, that's not G!
Status: Semi-Private and incomplete.
It was becoming--nay, it had long since become--exceeding vexing.
Uther did not know why it was so, but of late, he had been plagued by a most unusual...following. Was it sorcery? Was it another unfathomable trick of the future? When the first bird had flown through the still-broken windows at the castle, he had thought little of it. He had been too pleased with the magnificent puppy the servant-boy had brought him to concern himself with a lost bird. But then others had followed, mice and squirrels and other birds. Salamanders and frogs and snakes. And Uther was not amused.
He had, however, grown grudgingly accustomed to their presence. He had learned how to manage the smaller, more innocuous of the creatures. But there some he was as yet unable to tolerate.
This morning, for instance, a largish, verminous thing with shadowy eyes and a fat, ringed tail followed him on his walk. At first, it maintained some distance, but as Uther walked, it came closer. And closer. And closer. Until it was really right upon his heels. And this one did not stand on ceremony. It chattered at him. It scolded. In short, it would not leave him alone.