"In the soft twilight of the evening when the stillness comes to lie upon the land and the shadows ease into the coming dark; in that half-world where humans cannot tread, that land of spells and magic.......
Dorgon led the beast into the orchard. The humans were gone, snug in their homes, their doors barred against the coming night. Dorgon kicked here and there, turning over the occasional fruit. Once bruised, it wasn’t good enough for the humans. Except in time of need, of course. In hard times, humans would eat anything. Well, anything they could see and catch, Dorgon thought. “Have no fear” he said to the beast. “I’ll not let the humans eat you.”
The beast was far too busy sniffling the fruit in the tall grass to pay him any attention, any attention at all."
It’s three o’clock in the AM ‘n I’m wondering why in the world am I awake ‘n writing such puerile nonsense....It ain’t the first time that I find m’self doing this ‘n hopefully, it won’t be the last...
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