deemed: (where joy should reign)
sad alcohol panda ([personal profile] deemed) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology 2017-06-01 11:30 pm (UTC)

[Okay, it seems that now is story time.]

When I was younger, I would venture out across the nine realms in search of adventure and glory, riding Toothgrinder and his brother Toothgnasher wherever I willed. [That's right, Owain. There are two of them. Two giant hungry goats.]

If there was no food to be found where I stopped, I simply slaughtered one of them and roasted his meat over an open fire. Or both, if there were other mouths to feed, or if I were hungry. [Imagine trying to eat that much meat, if you can.]

The next day, they would be hale and whole again, stomping their hooves in their readiness to be away. [As if he knows he's being talked about, Toothgrinder looks up at the two of them balefully, huffing through his nose while he chews.] So long as you break none of his bones, he'll be well.

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