May 13, 2010
Retaliation

Norgal sat at his hand carved desk writing in the 68th book of remembrance and doing his best to recall his activities of the last year. He new he should write a little everyday and not have to rely on his memory but he just couldn’t remember to write each day and the days just kept slipping by. Besides the reed pen he used, although the best pen in existence, wore out with to much use and you just can’t spend money haphazardly. He leaned forward and dipped his pen in the ink well and prepared himself to write again. The pen dropped from his grasp as he leaned back searching his memory for history that had past in time and memory.

A small squeak brought his eyes open in a start and there before him, tracking small little footprints on his precious paper, was Visy a pretentious, overbearing, obnoxious, nasty little fellow with huge eyes and a long tail. Visy sat back on his haunches with his front paws hanging in front of him and stared at Norgal. Just seeing Visy raised Norgal’s temperature to the point of boiling and the trail of small little specks behind him across Norgal’s beloved paper incensed him. As Norgal leaned forward, arm outstretched, Visy’s small hand leaped up and scratched his large left ear and his squeak broke the silence.

“Hi ya, haven’t seen ya for quite a while and thought I would bring ya up to date on the goings on around here…..”

“Forget it” yelled Norgal as his hand descended on the desk within an inch of Visy’s tail. “I don’t like you. I don’t want to see you and your leavings. Go away and leave me alone. You little…..”

“Ah, come on you know ya like me, ya big furry bag of jelly, and think of all the juicy little tidbits I’ve got that ya can use to enhance your position.” Visy leaned forward, glanced left and right, “and when you get in that romantic position ya can use some of it to close the deal.” He giggled a little, danced with both feet, reached up and rubbed both ears, smoothed his whiskers and left a small deposit behind himself.

Norgal jumped up made a swipe at the place Visy had occupied and screamed. “What I would give to have a snark here right now!”

And from Norgal’s shoulder came that irritating squeak “speaking of snark ya should hear what Caush did…………….”

May 6, 2010
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Old Carl was out of breath. That snark wasn’t fast but was very nasty and had given Old Carl a run for this life. Chasing anything that was moving along as slow as a lazy snark was kind of out of Carl’s line of work but when that nasty snark turned and bared his teeth - it was a fight that he just had to win and he almost had him until that critter had appeared out of no where.

He laid his head down and tried to catch his breath. There had been only a flash of a moving object close to the ground passing between him and the snark. That poor snark had not seen the intruder coming and was caught of guard and the sharp flash of teeth and those claws was kind of moving. Old Carl had to admit it was definitely admirable. He was not to happy about the steal of his snark and his back hurt because he had wrenched it when the critter had appeared and he had turned in mid air to face the intruder. He was to late because by the time his feet hit the ground the critter had taken a gigantic piece out of the snark and was gone.

His eyes closed and he almost dozed off until he remembered the dead snark lying in front of him. He wasn’t hungry. It had been the chase and catch that had excited him and his disappointment was evident. A small whine broke from his mussel as he dozed and it was clear that he begin to dream of his lost catch only to be intruded by the memory of the critter passing in front of him laughing and calling out his steal. Dog, could that critter move and what a fight that would be but he had to watch those claws and those teeth but he new he would win. What a fight it would be.

A growl issued from his throat and he swore that some day he would catch that critter.