So Far

a fevered pitch.  One of the psis from the Second String was here, I didn't see him.  I know one of them was here because R.C. has more sense than to do what this one did.  It was dark already and they had just finished defiling the Glitterbutt.  A new game started, I don't know what, I was off doing some work for the day, we can't be total slouches holiday or not.  So I'm off on patrol when I hear this horrendous wail.

I come on the run just in time to see G'lishi on his back like I've seen him times before, but this time he is not laughing.  He's wailing and shrieking and rolling around with his hands, err paws, well whatever over his eyes.  I don't know if he was thinking that rolling really fast would shake his eyes back into place or something, because obviously he's blind at someone's mental insistence.

It's easy to manage a baby dragon when it's in a good mood, it's a nightmare when it's not.  I start shouting at the top of lungs because he's rolling right straight for the snow fort.  He can't hear me over his caterwauling.  He barrels right into the wall of the fort and through it.  There's this horrible crashing noise and snow is flying about everywhere like a blizzard gone mad in a teacup.

I guess it's not that funny, though it had that sort of quality to it.  He wasn't hurt.  It's probably a good thing he never found out who did it.  It's probably