Myth 13 MYTH-Told Tales (with Jody Lynn Nye) by Robert Asprin

Author:Robert Asprin [Asprin, Robert]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ProcessText Group
Published: 2009-02-12T08:00:00+00:00

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my pet. Bunny was nearly as protective as I of Skeeve's studies. The ruffled white pinafore that the red-haired fe male wore over her tight, green dress was a concession to her attempt to play hostess as well as guardian, but it did not conceal her voluptuous figure any more successfully than her mannered hospitality hid her annoyance and worry. Guido turned to the lanky, blond-haired male re clining in the chair to his right. “Like I was sayin', Skeeve . ..” “Cookie?” Bunny asked, handing around a plate of tiny, pink-sugared dainties. Guido obediently reached for one. In my long study of the lesser species, the ability to juggle a container of hot liquid, a plate of delicate co mestibles, and a difficult conversation was the mark of a being with its wits about it. Guido passed the test. Nunzio went him one better. When the plate came to him, he se lected two of the sweet biscuits, one for himself, and one that he held out on his palm for me. In deference to my pet's affection for this creature, as well as my taste for the sweets, I scooped the cookie off the hand with my tongue. Nunzio reached out to ruffle my ears. “Attaboy,” he said, in his high-pitched tenor. “What a good dragon!” “Thank you for your consideration,” I attempted to say, but my immature vocal chords emitted only a sound: “Gleep!” “You shouldn't be spoiling his appetite,” Bunny said, reproachfully. “Nunzio couldn't spoil that dragon's appetite if he fed him the whole plate and his right arm,” Guido said. “Miss Bunny, we respectfully request that you relax. We are not here to ask the Boss to set foot out of his self-imposed exile. All we want is his advice.” Bunny eyed him with the suspicion of one who had heard such assurances before. “Promise?” “Cross my heart and hope to die,” Guido said, suiting his motions to the former part of his pledge, no mean feat while holding a delicate porcelain cup in one's fingers. “If I take the Boss farther than a trot outside to walk the dragon, then you may spit me with the rotisserie fork you have so thoughtfully concealed behind the door.” “Well, all right,” she said, subsiding. “Good,” Guido said. “Then, perhaps you will sit down and pour yourself a cup of your most excellent tea, and listen to us.” Bunny sank into the chair at the end of the low table with a just audible sigh of relief. I was reassured, too. Guido, for all that he was a Klahd. had a nearly dragonish sense of honor, not to be sneered at considering many of the others with whom he associated on a regular basis; I do not include the days spent in the company of my pet, naturally. Skeeve had good instincts regarding the qualities of those whom he called his friends. Klahds, like many pets, function almost entirely on in stinct. We of higher species can

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