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Cheerfully happy thoughts have sprung up from the great castle Norin. But I shall be forced to just keep you in suspense as to what they are, at least for now...Regardless, however, I present to you my next segment of my tail I awoke in the morning following the party in a rather unsettling way. My illustrious companion, Flash, drenched me in cold water. After returning from the ceiling, I glared him proceeded to shake out my fur, getting Flash almost as wet as I was in the process. He meekly tried to excuse my wake-up call on the fact that I had slept in and by throwing cold water upon my body he had, in effect, saved me the time I would have spent in the shower. After taking a brief moment to recall that today was the day we would take leave of the towne of Rover for our walkabout of Doggainia, I decided that I probably did not have time to be upset, and proceeded to dress while Flash finished my packing, and then the two of us were off scurrying for the castle minor. As Flash had suspected, everyone was else was already present and mounted upon their steeds. Sir K was seated upon a pleasant dapple grey by the name of Archangel. He would, of course, ride point to protect us from any unsavory animals or other such beings. Behind us would ride Scottie, where he could keep a good eye on us all. He was riding his old green nag. The nag (which was oddly named Orange) was not much to look at, but it got Scottie from place to place well enough and was said to posses a magic charm that allowed it to run for long stretches without tiring (though I had never seen her move faster than a semi-brisk trot). Alexis rode upon my left upon her auburn Welsh. Both Flash, to my right, and myself rode fine Morgan-Shire half-breeds that my sire bred himself. We all had our horses do a short courtesy maneuver to my dame, who had come to see us off, then we started out in a Northerly direction to meet collect my friend Butch of the Bulldogs (who would be the sixth member of our band) from his home in Borwane. Travel from my Castle Rover to Castle Borwane is very short and well guarded by Bulldogs, Labs, and Retrievers; so travel is often uneventful. However, sometimes things...happen... Two days into are journey to Borwane we were awoken in the middle of the night be a fearsome noise. It sounded as if there were six or seven doggs running so fast and so close together that they were falling over each other. As we poked our heads from our tents. We watched as a...well...something...came crashing out of the underbrush. I had never seen such a creature before in all of life, and I fairly sure that neither had Scottie. For the first time in all of the years I had known him, Scottie's jaw actually dropped open at the sight of the...uh...Thing coming towards us. The Thing (for lack of a better term) appeared to be eight doggs, all joined at the head. Or perhaps one dogg with eight bodies coming from its head. [One cannot always tell with such creatures.] We turned our heads as the creature flew by us, almost trampling itself in the process. Naturally enough, none of our party could get to sleep again, so we just made chitchat while wondering if we would ever see the Thing again. Two days later, we reached the gates of Castle Borwane. The Castle, like its inhabitants, was built low to the ground extremely sturdy. The entire castle was crafted using only the strongest stone from the vast Borwane Quarry that was just within sight from the castle. My good friend Butch must have been looking for us from his highest tower, as before the guards of the Castle were able to open the gates for us, Butch was already jogging towards us. Unfortunately, my dear Butch was also bearings some horrendous news. It seems that we were going to be forced to present at *sigh* another ball to celebrate our departure. Alexis was, of course, overjoyed with the news, as was Flash. El Perro nearly had heart failure (the poor lad hates large gatherings). My legs still ached from the previous one, but I tried to look pleased, for Alexis' sake if nothing else. Scottie saw through my pretended gladness and sent me get-used-to-it glance although I could tell he dreaded the prospect of a Bulldog Ball. Nothing against Bulldogs, but they always seem to through the absolute WORST balls. I cannot understand why this is so, but I still have yet to attend a ball worse than that of the Bulldog variety. Perhaps though, this one will be different, as my eternally optimistic Alexis remarked (also seeing through my thinly disguised dread). It was not. It was awful. No, not awful, worse than that. I swear that time actually slowed downed just to increase the suffering that the ball inflicted upon us. Everyone except Flash, of course. As always, he was having a grand ole time with the ladies of the realm (I do not know how he does it). Even my dearest Alexis got to the point where she was nearly driven out of her mind by the she boredom. What made the ball so utterly dull you ask? I honestly have no idea. Everything that is required for a successful ball was in place, but some reason (call it the Bulldog curse) the ball was tremendously, insanely dull. In fact, it was so boring that I must end my tail here because the sheer dullness of the ball sticks so vividly in my mind that my storytelling is beginning to suffer. Good day, and see you at the Wedding! Ace Dogg of Doggainia |
