more tales o vultures
Twas the week before christmas and the vultures were roused from their apathy by scents of cookies baking and the strains of tom lehrer's Christmas carol and The ramones singing "Merry christmas , I don't want to fight tonight..". So between guarding theyt did research and asked " who is blitzen?"
" Gifts?" "wait, How do we get gifts?"
It was Hymendell repository of all vuture lore regarding humans and their craziness, who said "ask the redman?".
The others with lesser duties like kitchen guarding found out the name of this mysteripous red man and that their adoptive mother Knew Him.
So they sought to find a way, cos Gifts.
"Good." they said "we are very good." i sighed not arguing.
"Write for us ? " they pleaded ,demanded,wheddled to a vulture.
So Luigi and i sat down to compose their Pettition/Plea/missive/Letter?
to Santa.
They offered examples of their goodness and indicated their willing nees to comply with the Standard contract by leaving carrots and celery but indicated cookies were dependant on my baking whims.
So what do Vultures want " some nicely decayed gazzle" then "Oh wait perhaps he can't get that."
"Acessories " chimed Baldur , Dion and Mordred.
"ask about the reindeer ? " said Mark and Ian.
Finally it was signed by all eight vultures, sealed and ready for delivery.
The visit to santa is another tale :)