Claude, Part 4: A New Beginning

D: It’s over?

A: Well, my part in Claude’s story is over.

D: Well, I suppose. . .

A: No.

D: What?!

A: I am not getting you a pocket pet.

D: Can I get a baying wolfhound then?

A: No!

D: A, everyone knows a boy needs a dog. If not for me, then do it for TC.

A: He’s a cat man.

D: He looks good in pictures, but that child is weird.

A: No black cats for your Druid grove?

D: That is a vicious lie – cats preferred the lochs to the grove, A.

A: And this from the man who was disturbed that it was 6/6/13 under a dark moon.

D: We all have our foibles. Now are you going to shush and let people read the conclusion to Claude?

A: Me? (Sigh) Yes, go, read! (Bloody Scot).

D: (Pict).

A: (Whatever).

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Fickle Friday

A: So D, are you feeling better?

D: Better than what, A?

A: You had a few sniffles the other day; I’m just asking after your wellbeing.

D: I thought we agreed never to speak of that.

A: Admit it; you have a soft spot for Claude.

D: Despite that he is not a warrior’s hound, I may.

A: That is the best image ever.

D: What?

A: A Druid warrior with a pocket pet. That just made my Friday.

D: Do you want to know what would make my Friday?

A: No.

D: Oh, come on A, play along.

A: Fine, what would make your Friday, D?

D: You to get over your hang-ups with the 1916 Rising, give Maureen her head, and fill in the rest of Part 2.

A: I’m working on it – I’ve outlined, story-boarded and drafted as much of the ending to that part as I can.

D: Good girl, A.

A: Don’t congratulate me until it’s complete. Besides, I know the real reason why you want me to get on to Part 3.

D: I’m breathless with anticipation.

A: You get a starring role – or at the very least a strong supporting role.

D: And I don’t have to change my name!!!

A: (To protect the oblivious).

D: I heard that.

A: Don’t you have a tale to tell?

The Druid Tells the Tale

D: Head on over to Kira’s My Pen, My Sword for “Add a line Poetry.” A and I would participate, but she’s deplorable and it is difficult for me to carry her and translate my own prose from my native Pict.

A: He’s not wrong. . .for once. And in that vein, Charles at Legends of Windemere has a lovely poem about friendships and Melissa Janda – The Buzz on Writing has a very fun Dr. Seuss-inspired piece of prose . I may not be able to craft a line, but I do love those who can. Even those who can only do it in Pict.

D: It’s not that I can’t—

A: Just accept the compliment, D.

D: Fine. Ms. Briana Vested at When I Became an Author, who is a time-traveler in her own right (D has a soft spot for cowboys. . . She’s not wrong. They’re American Druids, A. With Cows. And horses. Um, sure, D.), is looking to sell 100 books by July 1. Check out her post.  

Claude, Part 3: A Choice

A: D – are you OK, D?

D: (Sniff). Fine, A. Why do you ask?

A: Well, the tissues are a dead giveaway. Gotta cold?

D: (Sniff, Snerf, Blooowwww). No-I mean, yes, A, I do.

A: I always wondered how you deal with modern germs.

D: A, this is not the time for your ponderings on my general health – another post, perhaps? I’m reading about Claude. Go away.

A: You’re reading—Oh, D! I’m sorry, were you crying?

D: I’m not going to dignify that with a response. Move over; you’re blocking my view.

A: Oh, give me the damn tissues; I’m going to read it too. Blankie?

D: And the chocolate too, please.

Claude, Part 2: Escape

A: Here it is, Part 2!

D: Cute pup. My hounds would have had him for breakfast.

A: Not so fast, D. Claude is on his way to being an angel. I have a feeling he would have stuck in your hounds’ throat.

D: Possibly. Although, I impersonated a god and that never stopped people from trying to kill me on the battlefield.

A: There must just be something about you, D.

D: Gee, thanks, A.

A: That wasn’t a compliment, D.

Claude – A Life in Four Parts

A: Alright, D – I’m just warning you now, this is in no way related to you. You’re not in the story, so you can stop berating me now, ‘kay?

D: What do you mean, A?

A: It’s about Claude the dog. He was a character in 24 Hours, a lovely little story written in turn by Ionia and Green Embers. I loved the dog so much, and bugged everyone about his origins that it was suggested that perhaps I should write it! And very happily, I did.

D: HA! That’s the way, folks! I have to wonder, however, why you are warning me. Is there some sort of problem with me not being in the story?

A: Wha—Because!

D: . . .

A: Because you always demand to know whether you’re in something? Because you always insist on. . .

D: A, A, A. You underestimate me.

A: . . .

D: I’m shocked and more than a little sad.

A: You are impossible.

D: I know.

The Druid Tells the Tale:

D: Go check out the Community Storyboard folks. Also, Ionia has some great advice on writing, life, the Universe and everything on Charles’ blog, the Legends of Windemere, and The MisAdventures of Vanilla just got even more interesting!!