Way to go...
"Master Tellerick... Awaken! We have..." Skaran crinkled his nose. "Master Tellerick?" Tellerick broke wind as he moaned awake.
"Eh? What is it Skaran?"
"Oh my Goddess Master Tellerick! What have you been eating?" Skaran held his paws tightly over his nose.
Tellerick sniffed. "Whooh! Was that me? Very sorry Skaran. My insides are not used to all that rich campfire food."
The others looked on. "I guess I should sleep down-wind from the rest of you eh?"
"Now I know why there's so much undead in these mountains." Sniggered Kralla.
"Well, that's one way to turn them..." Said Barnabas.
- Category: Fantasy
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
The early morning wind blows fearsome, and for some it offends, but for the perpetrator it often smells mighty sweet. A win(d)some drabble Jeff!
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Jeff Taylor over 5 years ago
Hopefully it brought a smile ;)
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
It most certainly did!
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Jeff Taylor over 5 years ago
Thanks Drew. 😊
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Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
(‘Oh my goodness Master Tellerick’ maybe, Jeff?)
