Disclaimer: Alas, I still do not own it.
Chapter Two: The Wolf and the Lamb
Once upon a time the Kraken was splashing around in spring on a hillside. No one, not even the author, knows how the Kraken got there. The Kraken looked up, and lo behold, what should he see but Beckett just beginning to drink from the stream a little lower down.
"Mmmgaaaa! Hungymonkmonk!" thought the Kraken, since he obviously speaks only Kraken. Duh. Translation: "Mmm, supper!"
The Kraken cocked it's oddly shaped head and wondered, "Grukywak?" (But how to get it?)
An idea slowly came into the beast's mind. Raising his head, he looked at Beckett and roared, "ROARRR! Mundymundy hehe! Youpers!" (ROAR! How dare you make my water dirty!)
Beckett looked at him, unsure of what the Kraken wanted. Befuddled, he shrugged, and went back to drinking from the spring.
The Kraken banged a tentacle on the ground. He thought again, and finally asked, "Meangat flowflow?" (Why'd you call me names before?)
Beckett looked up at the leviathan in puzzlement. "Why, I have no idea whatever you are saying!" And with that, he began to drink again.
"Whathywa!" (Whatever.) With that, the Kraken snapped Beckett up in one of his tentacles, and began to wave him around.
Beckett somehow managed to get a few words out before the Kraken gobbled him up, "Any excuse will serve a tyrant!" He paused for a split second, then said, "Although, I suppose I'm the tyrant in real life. Oh, well."
And with that, the Kraken ate him.