Take these jobs...

[DoS Archive]

From: mekheosmonster@aol.com (Me Kheos Monster)
Date: 16 Oct 2000 13:40:52 EDT


Torc the Stork


He'd had it, he was through! No more late nights, early mornings, with no dinner or word of thanks. He'd hung on as long as he could, but the job was just breaking him- literally!

His beak was bent, his shoudlers sore, his wings were a wreck, and his knees ached because of the loads he had been carrying lately.

Torc the stork, the last of his breed, as all the other storks had long since quit the Rhydin round. His father served the area until his death, as his father before him, and his father before him. That was the reason he'd held on as long as he did, stork pride was a stiff unforgiving trait.

It started innocently enough, with one or two sets of twins... then it was the half breeds, some small, most large. Then the dragons started breeding like rabbits, ugh, Torc could still feel the weight of those triplets in his bones!

If that wasn't bad enough, then there was the godlings. Oh, it was amusing for others to watch as he got his feathers plucked out by the little brats, he thought.

He hung up his hat at the end of the day and left a "help wanted" sign in the window. Let some other smuck take over for the Rhydin circuit, cause it wasn't going to be him anymore.

(Authors Note: First of a series, non-interactive posts, thanks!)