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piosenniel · 10-26-2003, 04:23 PM

Will and gang

‘He has a squirrel!’ laughed Roddy, the sound of his derisive chuckling cut short with a glare from Will.

Edmund was well out of earshot, but Will was taking no chances. ‘Shut your trap,’ he growled. ‘The kid has possibilities. His mom’s the Innkeeper, you birdbrain. He can get us all sorts of stuff.’ Will’s eyes lit up with the prospect of what Edmund could make available to them. ‘And besides that, it’ll annoy that namby-pamby mother of his no end.’

Will had told Edmund to meet them in the little sidestreet just south of the Inn after class. ‘Bring a pea shooter if you have one,’ he’d told the wide-eyed seven year old. Edmund’s brow furrowed at this directive. ‘Don’t worry, mate, if you can’t find one, I have one extra. We’ll wait for you to show up.’ He noted the man who was ‘watching’ the students was starting to stir from his nap. ‘Best get back, and be quick about it, before he rats on you to your mom.’

The three boys ambled to their meeting place and made themselves comfortable at the base of an elm tree, their backs leaning against the trunk. Bart drew with a stick in the dirt by his leg, while the other two bragged to each other about their recent, and much inflated, exploits.

‘I hope he does bring his squirrel,’ murmured Bart, idly to himself. ‘I think that’s great he has one.’

‘Well, you would, you dumb baby,’ said Roddy, throwing a clump of dirt at the younger boy.

Bart’s eyes blazed and he launched himself at Roddy, who continued to taunt him. Will stepped in and grabbed Bart by the shirt, shoving him behind him and hard onto the ground on his bottom.

‘Stop it, the both of you,’ he yelled at Roddy as he pushed him down, too. ‘Geez, you’re gonna ruin our fun if you keep acting like a couple of mad dogs!’ Just sit still and keep your mouths shut and your fists to yourselves for a while!’

Will sat down between the two and picking up a small, short piece of downed tree limb, pulled out his knife, and set to whittling on it. Bart sat silent as a stone, his fists clenching as he heard Roddy mumble.

‘Yeah, well if it don’t work out with this Edmund, his squirrel’s fair game as far as I’m concerned . . .’

[ October 26, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

10-26-2003, 04:23 PM	#90
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Will and gang ‘He has a squirrel!’ laughed Roddy, the sound of his derisive chuckling cut short with a glare from Will. Edmund was well out of earshot, but Will was taking no chances. ‘Shut your trap,’ he growled. ‘The kid has possibilities. His mom’s the Innkeeper, you birdbrain. He can get us all sorts of stuff.’ Will’s eyes lit up with the prospect of what Edmund could make available to them. ‘And besides that, it’ll annoy that namby-pamby mother of his no end.’ Will had told Edmund to meet them in the little sidestreet just south of the Inn after class. ‘Bring a pea shooter if you have one,’ he’d told the wide-eyed seven year old. Edmund’s brow furrowed at this directive. ‘Don’t worry, mate, if you can’t find one, I have one extra. We’ll wait for you to show up.’ He noted the man who was ‘watching’ the students was starting to stir from his nap. ‘Best get back, and be quick about it, before he rats on you to your mom.’ The three boys ambled to their meeting place and made themselves comfortable at the base of an elm tree, their backs leaning against the trunk. Bart drew with a stick in the dirt by his leg, while the other two bragged to each other about their recent, and much inflated, exploits. ‘I hope he does bring his squirrel,’ murmured Bart, idly to himself. ‘I think that’s great he has one.’ ‘Well, you would, you dumb baby,’ said Roddy, throwing a clump of dirt at the younger boy. Bart’s eyes blazed and he launched himself at Roddy, who continued to taunt him. Will stepped in and grabbed Bart by the shirt, shoving him behind him and hard onto the ground on his bottom. ‘Stop it, the both of you,’ he yelled at Roddy as he pushed him down, too. ‘Geez, you’re gonna ruin our fun if you keep acting like a couple of mad dogs!’ Just sit still and keep your mouths shut and your fists to yourselves for a while!’ Will sat down between the two and picking up a small, short piece of downed tree limb, pulled out his knife, and set to whittling on it. Bart sat silent as a stone, his fists clenching as he heard Roddy mumble. ‘Yeah, well if it don’t work out with this Edmund, his squirrel’s fair game as far as I’m concerned . . .’ [ October 26, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.