Monthly Archives: September 2008

Knight with the Melted Brain

The knight opened a small metal door in the back of his helmet and felt inside with his bare hand. The back part of his skull was gone and he felt where his brain had melted into a mass the consistency of scrambled eggs. He closed the little door and rehooked the latch, wiping the gooey grey matter from his hand onto the horse blanket. He wondered for a moment if he should be alarmed. Then the drawbridge lowered and he rode into the castle courtyard.

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A small wooden door, dark with old blood stains, opened into a little cubby containing a Tibetan pika. The pika was perfectly round and fuzzy. It peered through the half-open door, located partway up the storage room wall, and trembled slightly as it sniffed the air for predators.

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