Credulous cretins. Incongruous imbeciles Nullifying nincompoops. One!
Yes?
Where's two?
Dampening the sheets.
Hmmm, and three?
Crusting the cobwebs
Fine. See if you can find four.
Four?
Four.
One shuffled uneasily before deciding that time spent in mazelike activity hunting for the invisible was much more pleasant then facing an irate Mistress. Besides, four might turn up while one was away. So one nodded cheerfully and scurried off.
Fleet footed four was presently occupied in observing the castle's latest arrival; though to describe four as fleet footed was not, strictly speaking, accurate. Fleece footed might be more to the point. Perhaps even flea footed. While Mistress might be inclined to say flee footed. All terms were correct depending upon ones, not Ones, perspective. One would much rather not be involved thank you very much.
Clinging to a crevice four watched as Crystobell crept cautiously through the castles begrimed passageways. Four admired Crystobell's graceful lurches as first one then another bit of masonry came crashing down. Crystobell on the other hand was beginning to wonder of posturing upon the keeps empyric heights might not be preferable to exploring its decaying and deadly interior.
Crr-r-i-i-c-k …. Crystobell leaped for the passageways exit as an overhanging light fixture admitted defeat and resigned its tenuous attachment to the roof to plummet in a final crescendo of coloured glass and ornate embellishments.
Four chittered delightedly. Oh. She would love these dazzling bits and four hurried to gather them. Thus one found four a few minutes later busily sorting the chandeliers remnants into fetching displays of diamante, Crystobell all but forgotten.
Noticing ones presence four said knowingly, "Not dusty, dangerous."
One nodded solemnly and replied, "We need to visit the Fish."