May 29, 2010 20:25
Urquhart is curled up on a big easy chair not far from the fireplace.
Being a wolf for three days and three nights has taken everything out of him. He couldn't kill anything right now, not even a fly.
Still, he misses the simplicity of it.
Being himself again seems unfamiliar. He is thinking more, and feeling so much less...
jools,
urquhart
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Just as soon as it came, it seems to have vanished. Jools now has no Lego blocks to play with, and that big dog tore up his ball.
So he wanders over to the fireplace to just watch the fish until something more entertaining comes along.
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He lies in his chair, folded up in ways you'd doubt such a tall, broad man could fold, one leg hanging over the armrest, looking mostly dead.
A rat comes and obsequiously refills his coffee.
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"Are you sick?" he asks. "Only you look sick. You should probably drink some chicken broth or something."
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But that only goes so far.
"You could try some soup."
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"Please. No. Stop talking."
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Or not, as the case may be.
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