Post by kannon on May 26, 2005 15:52:29 GMT -5
The dolphin leaped playfully through the stream of his new waterfall, enjoying the fresh flowing water…I had discovered one of the few things that dolphins can be ticked off about. He opened his mouth waiting for me to toss the next fish to him. I was reaching out with the fish when….BAM!…a bowl crashed into the marble floor and exploded into tiny pieces…the dolphin and I looked up just on time to be able to dodge the plate of food that came closely behind the bowl…coffee and what turned out to be spaghetti pooled into a mess just beside the dolphin pool.
I turned my face back up to the window above to see the face of the culprit that had hurled the plate of spaghetti at me….only to see the furry yellow face of my dog Winston frowning back at me…
“ARE YOU NUTS!” I shouted up at him… “YOU ALMOST HIT THE DOLPHIN!”
“Oh I am terribly sorry…” came a sarcastic reply… “I was aiming for you.” After a pause Winston shot back at me, “Did you cook this slop? This is the worst spaghetti I have ever eaten!”
I looked around me at the mess and began to laugh to myself…
“What is so funny?” Winston shot down at me.
I looked up at Winston and said, “It’s not spaghetti, its linguini.”
This time Winston shot more than a question at me. This time an entire bowl of linguini was hurled over the balcony…this time Winston did NOT miss…and I was covered from head to toe in noodles and red sauce…I stood there, looking at the mess when a calm reply came from above me….
“Now it’s garbage…”
Reaching up to my face, I wiped off the sauce with a towel that suddenly appeared in my hand. I looked intently at Winston and shouted back up at him…
“Are you going to actually tell me what the problem is or are you just going to dump the entire contents of the larder out the window at me?”…there was a long silence…. “Well?” I asked.
“I’m thinking, I’m thinking,” came the reply from above me. “As much fun as first suggestion seems, the problem is the food."
“That much,” I said with a touch of sarcasm in my voice, “I had gathered.”
I ‘pulled’ Winston to me, and an instant later he was sitting in front of me beside the dolphin pool.
“Now, do you want to tell me what this is really all about?” I asked.
“It’s gone…” Winston said with a moan in his voice…
“What’s gone?”
“MOM’S COOKBOOK, THAT’S WHAT’S GONE!” Winston shouted. “The Cyclops have it…”
“This Cyclops have it?” I repeated. “How in the world did…”
Winston cut me off, “Don’t worry about it O.K.? It was embarrassing enough as it is. Just trust me on this one O.K.? The Cyclops stole mom’s cookbook…take my word for it.”
“If I get it back for you will you stop hurling spaghetti at me?” I asked.
“Its not spaghetti, its linguini,” corrected Winston.
“Whatever…if I get it back for you will you calm down?”
“yes.”
The Quest: Winston’s big appetite. The quest for the cookbook. The Cyclops have stolen his mom’s cookbook. Other than to get their hands on his mother’s recipe for roast snaga I can’t imagine why. However, for the sake of my sanity and my wardrobe (silk is REALLY hard to clean) I would like to get the cookbook back. The Cyclops are in the lost lands, Tram. To aid in the quest I will lock a rune to the valley where they may be found on the “Quest Table” in Zento City Square. For those of you hardy adventurers who prefer to do things the hard way, the valley is north of Delucia along the western borders of the Lost Lands. BEWARE! These are no ordinary cyclops’ they are mean, mean, fighting machines…they are much harder than the normal Cyclops…and there are A LOT of them. Only one, however, will have Winston’s mom’s cookbook on him. The person who returns the cookbook to me will win the quest and receive the reward. This quest will begin sometime between Friday evening and Saturday morning. The quest will be announced on line and in the Zento City Quest book.
I turned my face back up to the window above to see the face of the culprit that had hurled the plate of spaghetti at me….only to see the furry yellow face of my dog Winston frowning back at me…
“ARE YOU NUTS!” I shouted up at him… “YOU ALMOST HIT THE DOLPHIN!”
“Oh I am terribly sorry…” came a sarcastic reply… “I was aiming for you.” After a pause Winston shot back at me, “Did you cook this slop? This is the worst spaghetti I have ever eaten!”
I looked around me at the mess and began to laugh to myself…
“What is so funny?” Winston shot down at me.
I looked up at Winston and said, “It’s not spaghetti, its linguini.”
This time Winston shot more than a question at me. This time an entire bowl of linguini was hurled over the balcony…this time Winston did NOT miss…and I was covered from head to toe in noodles and red sauce…I stood there, looking at the mess when a calm reply came from above me….
“Now it’s garbage…”
Reaching up to my face, I wiped off the sauce with a towel that suddenly appeared in my hand. I looked intently at Winston and shouted back up at him…
“Are you going to actually tell me what the problem is or are you just going to dump the entire contents of the larder out the window at me?”…there was a long silence…. “Well?” I asked.
“I’m thinking, I’m thinking,” came the reply from above me. “As much fun as first suggestion seems, the problem is the food."
“That much,” I said with a touch of sarcasm in my voice, “I had gathered.”
I ‘pulled’ Winston to me, and an instant later he was sitting in front of me beside the dolphin pool.
“Now, do you want to tell me what this is really all about?” I asked.
“It’s gone…” Winston said with a moan in his voice…
“What’s gone?”
“MOM’S COOKBOOK, THAT’S WHAT’S GONE!” Winston shouted. “The Cyclops have it…”
“This Cyclops have it?” I repeated. “How in the world did…”
Winston cut me off, “Don’t worry about it O.K.? It was embarrassing enough as it is. Just trust me on this one O.K.? The Cyclops stole mom’s cookbook…take my word for it.”
“If I get it back for you will you stop hurling spaghetti at me?” I asked.
“Its not spaghetti, its linguini,” corrected Winston.
“Whatever…if I get it back for you will you calm down?”
“yes.”
The Quest: Winston’s big appetite. The quest for the cookbook. The Cyclops have stolen his mom’s cookbook. Other than to get their hands on his mother’s recipe for roast snaga I can’t imagine why. However, for the sake of my sanity and my wardrobe (silk is REALLY hard to clean) I would like to get the cookbook back. The Cyclops are in the lost lands, Tram. To aid in the quest I will lock a rune to the valley where they may be found on the “Quest Table” in Zento City Square. For those of you hardy adventurers who prefer to do things the hard way, the valley is north of Delucia along the western borders of the Lost Lands. BEWARE! These are no ordinary cyclops’ they are mean, mean, fighting machines…they are much harder than the normal Cyclops…and there are A LOT of them. Only one, however, will have Winston’s mom’s cookbook on him. The person who returns the cookbook to me will win the quest and receive the reward. This quest will begin sometime between Friday evening and Saturday morning. The quest will be announced on line and in the Zento City Quest book.