Mwahahahahahaha! ::does her best impression of Nagga the Serpent's
laugh::
Isaac: ::in reddish-gold "You're evil"::
No, but the special appearance of a certain old man is!
Chapter 4: NOOOOOOO!!!!
"Wow, at this rate we'll be in Imil in no time at all!" Sheba squealed.
"Actually...I think we walk faster," Picard said glumly.
They had hitched a ride on a haycart driven by an old farmer.
Unfortunately, the donkey pulling the haycart looked like it was twice
the age of its owner and was moving along at an excruciatingly slow pace.
"Oh, Picard, you're such a spoil sport," Sheba glared at him. "If you
think we're going so slow, just ask the driver to speed up a bit!"
"I think I will," Picard turned over in the hay. "Hey! Driver! Think
you could speed up a bit!"
"Eh? What?" the driver turned around. It was Picard and Sheba's worst
nightmare. "Oh! You want me to speed up? Well, I supposed I could, but
then my donkey would tire out before I got where I plan to spend the
night tonight, in Vault. And then I'd have to camp out on the road, but
then I'd be just a little ways off from Vault and it would be ridiculous
to stop there tomorrow morning to stay the night tomorrow night, don't
you think? So we'll just continue at this pace."
"KRADEN!" Sheba and Picard screamed in horror.
"Eh? What?" Kraden squinted through his glasses. "Oh! Picard, Sheba!
How are you two youngsters? I was just thinking about you and all of the
adventures that we shared for all of those months! What have you two
been up to? Aw, I'm sure you've had plenty of adventures. I've had some
of my own ever since I decided to become a hay farmer. What do you think
of this cart? A pretty nice set up, don't you think?"
"NOOO!" Picard and Sheba screamed in unison.
Kraden ignored them and began babbling on about the many attributes of
being a hay farmer. "See, I don't have to do much, just get up every
morning and tend to my little farm. I have a few chickens, a pig, a cow,
this old donkey and a little vegetable garden out back. What I can't
grow I trade for in hay. Hay is really valuable, actually, since a lot
of towns around here use it for the roof. Right now I'm heading to Vale
so Dora can finally fix her roof."
Picard and Sheba heard none of this, they were screaming. Torch made a
shrill noice and accidentally lit the hay on fire just as Picard and
Sheba disembarked.
"Eh? What?" Kraden turned around. "Oh no! My hay!"
*****
See, isn't he EVIL?
Isaac: o.O;;; ::in a very subdued celadon green "Yes. Very evil"::
Mwahahahahaha! Anywho...yeah...review...
laugh::
Isaac: ::in reddish-gold "You're evil"::
No, but the special appearance of a certain old man is!
Chapter 4: NOOOOOOO!!!!
"Wow, at this rate we'll be in Imil in no time at all!" Sheba squealed.
"Actually...I think we walk faster," Picard said glumly.
They had hitched a ride on a haycart driven by an old farmer.
Unfortunately, the donkey pulling the haycart looked like it was twice
the age of its owner and was moving along at an excruciatingly slow pace.
"Oh, Picard, you're such a spoil sport," Sheba glared at him. "If you
think we're going so slow, just ask the driver to speed up a bit!"
"I think I will," Picard turned over in the hay. "Hey! Driver! Think
you could speed up a bit!"
"Eh? What?" the driver turned around. It was Picard and Sheba's worst
nightmare. "Oh! You want me to speed up? Well, I supposed I could, but
then my donkey would tire out before I got where I plan to spend the
night tonight, in Vault. And then I'd have to camp out on the road, but
then I'd be just a little ways off from Vault and it would be ridiculous
to stop there tomorrow morning to stay the night tomorrow night, don't
you think? So we'll just continue at this pace."
"KRADEN!" Sheba and Picard screamed in horror.
"Eh? What?" Kraden squinted through his glasses. "Oh! Picard, Sheba!
How are you two youngsters? I was just thinking about you and all of the
adventures that we shared for all of those months! What have you two
been up to? Aw, I'm sure you've had plenty of adventures. I've had some
of my own ever since I decided to become a hay farmer. What do you think
of this cart? A pretty nice set up, don't you think?"
"NOOO!" Picard and Sheba screamed in unison.
Kraden ignored them and began babbling on about the many attributes of
being a hay farmer. "See, I don't have to do much, just get up every
morning and tend to my little farm. I have a few chickens, a pig, a cow,
this old donkey and a little vegetable garden out back. What I can't
grow I trade for in hay. Hay is really valuable, actually, since a lot
of towns around here use it for the roof. Right now I'm heading to Vale
so Dora can finally fix her roof."
Picard and Sheba heard none of this, they were screaming. Torch made a
shrill noice and accidentally lit the hay on fire just as Picard and
Sheba disembarked.
"Eh? What?" Kraden turned around. "Oh no! My hay!"
*****
See, isn't he EVIL?
Isaac: o.O;;; ::in a very subdued celadon green "Yes. Very evil"::
Mwahahahahaha! Anywho...yeah...review...