Deal 1259: Framed.

The cage hung from a hook in the corner of a perfectly appointed room. It was gilded, as one would expect from the level of taste and sophistication shown throughout the other furnishings; gilded and ornamented to the point that any songbird kept inside would die of shame. The rest of the room was a riot of silk brocades, tapestries, rugs, tables, and decor. The room did not even attempt to speak with a coherent voice. It had no story to tell beyond the obvious “my owner has no taste.”

The cage was empty, its door standing open, a single yellow feather the only memento of its occupant.

No cat was evident, other than from the feather.

Not that finding the cat in this room even if he was sitting in plain sight would be easy.

The room alone is not the whole story.

Or even the whole storey. Wandering the rest of the house, there is indeed a cat. He is not happy, as the bird’s owner is convinced the cat ate the bird. Cat claims innocence. but struggles to explain a second yellow feather found on his jaw.

Meanwhile, in the attic, a small yellow bird gloats.


Deal 1145: Dungeon crawl

He was forgetting something important again. He was sure of it. Problem was, he had no idea what. A quick check revealed that he was indeed wearing pants, shoes, and his glasses. So it wasn’t that obvious. But it was driving him nuts.

Even so, his only way out was through, so he kept moving.

But as he went along, he remained certain he was missing something important.

That’s when it bit him.

He forgot his amulet. He wasn’t invisible. He wasn’t silenced. He wasn’t concealed from all senses.

And the grue knew that, and was watching from the shadows waiting for the right moment.

From the sounds around him, possibly more than one grue.

Still, bitten or not, the only way out was through so he went on.

The noises in the distance got louder and closer. Then his cat appeared, a satisfied grin on its face, and licking its chops. There was no further sign of the grue.

Together in the dimly lit cavern, they went onwards. Clearly his cat knew that this was the easiest way to find more delicious snacks, and stayed close.

The darkness closed in.

Then, there was nothing he could do but hunker down, and drop everything as the change swept through his body.

He was now a rat!

And that cat is huge. And grinning.