Sir Osis
If he remembered correctly, the next village was not too far from here. There was no point in turning back when he would likely only have to go out again, and he wasn’t about to explain to the people he had to see every day that the reason he was like this was an overgrown muskrat.
It took a while but Sir Osis managed to fall asleep, and when morning came, he found Alphonse and struggled for a while to get him back to the camp. Then he looked longingly at the river. If he just had some water, he would surely feel much better, but he was apprehensive about actually drinking anyway. The way things were going, he figured some pike heron hybrid might come and eat his ear as he stooped to collect the water in his hands to lap up. However, by the time he was about to leave, the fear of passing out in the forest a quarter mile from a water source was stronger than that of any cursed animal.
Once he was refreshed, they set off. It was just a few hours before he was back to the highway. When he got there, he was not sure which direction he was supposed to go. The area was hilly, so he climbed atop a high one near the road and looked out. In the distance he could see buildings. So that was the direction he went. The trip there was uneventful, and when he got there, he realized it was a much smaller settlement than he had hoped. After some roundabouts with one of the five people in the village between the ages of ten and ninety, he determined that the larger village was just short distance—unless that was Jacob’s aunt Milly’s, because from the sounds of the directions that had to be repeated multiple times, it could have been Jacob’s Aunt Milly’s.
It was not Jacob’s aunt Milly’s.
It was Jacob’s aunt Mary’s.
Mary was a very nice woman, however, and she took good care of Sir Osis. She took such good care that Sir Osis became very fond of her indeed. That combined with the Florence Nightingale Effect led to them marrying and him becoming step-father to her seven young children.
Beautiful blonde and emergency back-up to take on the family name? That trip wasn’t such a bad deal after all.
It took a while but Sir Osis managed to fall asleep, and when morning came, he found Alphonse and struggled for a while to get him back to the camp. Then he looked longingly at the river. If he just had some water, he would surely feel much better, but he was apprehensive about actually drinking anyway. The way things were going, he figured some pike heron hybrid might come and eat his ear as he stooped to collect the water in his hands to lap up. However, by the time he was about to leave, the fear of passing out in the forest a quarter mile from a water source was stronger than that of any cursed animal.
Once he was refreshed, they set off. It was just a few hours before he was back to the highway. When he got there, he was not sure which direction he was supposed to go. The area was hilly, so he climbed atop a high one near the road and looked out. In the distance he could see buildings. So that was the direction he went. The trip there was uneventful, and when he got there, he realized it was a much smaller settlement than he had hoped. After some roundabouts with one of the five people in the village between the ages of ten and ninety, he determined that the larger village was just short distance—unless that was Jacob’s aunt Milly’s, because from the sounds of the directions that had to be repeated multiple times, it could have been Jacob’s Aunt Milly’s.
It was not Jacob’s aunt Milly’s.
It was Jacob’s aunt Mary’s.
Mary was a very nice woman, however, and she took good care of Sir Osis. She took such good care that Sir Osis became very fond of her indeed. That combined with the Florence Nightingale Effect led to them marrying and him becoming step-father to her seven young children.
Beautiful blonde and emergency back-up to take on the family name? That trip wasn’t such a bad deal after all.
