Continued from The Ass Returns.
“You two aren’t going to get anything done just staring at that snake. It’s not too big, is it? I could have beaten it off by now.” The ever-filthy wanderer, Piper, observed with bored eyes. His ever-present flute case rested on his lap as he leaned forward to watch. Crooked teeth bit at the tip of his thumb in irritation. “At this rate, that little snake will eat one of you for dinner.”
Leopold growled. He was injured and exhausted. The ‘little snake’ was at least four times his size, and apparently without weakness. It drew back, ready to strike at the young man directly in front of him.
“Worthless.” Piper grunted. Read the rest of this entry »