| ———– chapter ————————- Anna, disguised as an old lady, Splash, disguised as a donkey, followed along behind the other three back down the hidden path to the place where they connect to the road leading up to the mountain top castle. Ozzy was in the lead, drenched in dark shoe polish so to appear to be a buzzard. Next came Dan. Who had his wings tied behind his back appearing to be a prisoner. Then came Buzzy. Who once they reached the main road leading up to the castle, began pushing on Dan and ordering him to “Get moving you half-an-excuse for a goose!” Upwards they climbed in the darkness of the night. Only the moon provided illumination but it was enough to see to get up the path. Near the top was another checkpoint before anyone could enter the castle’s drawbridge. Two big snow geese were fast asleep. Their snoring could be heard before they were seen. So to wake them up and make them aware of the group, Buzzy began his routine, which was followed by Dan. “Move it you web-footed bug eater!” Buzzy said, while pushing Dan from behind. “The Dark Queen is going to make me rich for catching a low-life bottom-feeder like you!” Ahead they could see the two big snow geese starting to shuffle around and come to their senses. By the time the group arrived at the checkpoint the guards were up and alert. Dan said as they approached the guards, “I am a Dam Duck. I demand to be treated with the respect and dignity due to one of the very few waterfoul that can actually FIND the water. Without wandering across the horizons back and forth, sometimes way into the dark of the night, making a bunch of noise in the process. Reminds me of a bunch of moron drunks stumbling back and forth in front of the bar, unable to enter because they can’t find the knob handle on the swinging doors.” Dan paused a second and then continued, “Obviously that went over heads. To provide another example which might be easier for the IQ-challenged to understand. Picture a dog holding a stick in its mouth that is wider than the door the dog is attempting to enter. He tries and tries but can’t get through the doorway unless he drops the stick. You see? You’re the dog. Life is the stick. I’m the common sense logic, which you lack, that would accomplish the goal. So be a good couple of chaps and take me to the queen before you hurt yourself trying to figure out another action which would ultimately not only be wrong, but likely to get you thrown in the dungeon for not making the queen aware of what I need to tell her.” next page |  |