Post by pie4me on Nov 6, 2010 20:20:17 GMT -6
Jekker fingered the quill pen in one paw and soft clay in the other. Every few moments he would carefully write something on the clay and then erase it again. He had lots of clay tablets. They had been baked on a fire and he kept them in his leather pouch, sitting beside him on the ground.
But this particular tablet was going to be one of great importance to the young River Otter. Indeed, it would be one of his greatest writings yet.
Jekker was leaning against a boulder, his backfur scrunched up against the hard surface. "A very long journey..." he mumbled to himself. "Yes indeed, a very long journey indeed."
Jek suddenly shouted, "Aha!" which was so loud it echoed from nowhere in particular. Normally, another shout would have followed, which might have sounded something like,
"Ye best shut yer mouth, young'in!" at least it would have been similar. But there was silence. Jekker was so enthralled with what he was writing, he didn't notice.
Yes... a long journey. That was what he was writing about. Jekker wanted to go on a very long journey. One of very great importance.
But this particular tablet was going to be one of great importance to the young River Otter. Indeed, it would be one of his greatest writings yet.
Jekker was leaning against a boulder, his backfur scrunched up against the hard surface. "A very long journey..." he mumbled to himself. "Yes indeed, a very long journey indeed."
Jek suddenly shouted, "Aha!" which was so loud it echoed from nowhere in particular. Normally, another shout would have followed, which might have sounded something like,
"Ye best shut yer mouth, young'in!" at least it would have been similar. But there was silence. Jekker was so enthralled with what he was writing, he didn't notice.
Yes... a long journey. That was what he was writing about. Jekker wanted to go on a very long journey. One of very great importance.