Will and Tug 'I could eat a horse'
Will had set camp soon after nightfall near a stream traversing a patch of grass by the road. Because he was only travelling back the Redmont after a easy mission between two fiefs, there was no need for him to be discreet about the trail of smoke rising into the air.
He had a pot of stew on the fire and was too eager to sink his spoon into the soup. Sighing contently as he leaned back onto a small boulder. Tug was grazing peacefully a meter or two away.
"Ah, I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse." Will said and immediately regretted it as Tug gave him a wistful look.
What's that suppose to mean? The shaggy mount seemed to say.
"Oh, sorry, Tug."
You still haven't answered my question. I just hope you don't eat me, Abelard or Kicker. You can have Blaze though, he stole one of my apples last week.
"'Course I won't eat anyone, boy, and I'm not going to eat Blaze either."
Well, that's that settled then.
"It's just that Horace says it a lot."
Hmmp, why am I not surprised. He's always hungry.
"And he does eat rather a lot too."
That's probably why he's so fat.
"He's not fat!"
Then why is his arm and chest always bulging.
"Those are muscles, Tug!"
Whatever you want to call them, Will, their not light.
"Muscles aren't Tug."
I know, that's why I feel sorry for that Kicker of his.
"Kicker's a warhorse, he can deal with a little weight."
I can hardly call full armour and chain mail a little weight.
"Alright, alright, a lot of weight."
They let that thought rest as they finished their dinners.
There will be more! And not just with Will and Tug, I think the next will be about Kicker and Horace. Please let me know what you think. Ta ta for now! Oh and I'll probably update within the next hour.