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Dragonlance -- Margaret Weis And Tracy Hickman (Eds.) - Tales Ii, Vol. Ii - The Cataclysm
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Drule had just started eating when she heard a sniffle in
the gloom, a very large sniffle. She looked up. "What matter
with Krog?"
"Want some, too," the monster explained.
The Lady Drule filled a tree-bark bowl and gave it to
Krog. He sniffed it, opened his mouth, and popped it in,
bowl and all. He swallowed. "Good," he said. "More?"
Hunch, the Grand Notioner, stared up at the big creature
in disbelief. "Gonna need lots more rats an' greens," he said.
"Bark, too, if Krog keep eatin' th' bowls."
"Rats?" Krog's eyes lit up. "Krog get rats with bashin'
tool"
He stood, picked up his club, and vanished into the
darkness. He was gone for a long time, and most of the
gully dwarves were asleep when he returned.
Drule saw him approaching and held a finger to her
lips. "Sh!" she said.
Quietly, Krog came to the waning fire, found a clear
spot and dropped something on the ground, something very
big. "Rats too quick for Krog," he whispered. "Can't catch
'em. This do?"
Drule gaped at the thing. She had seen cave bears
before, but never a dead one, and never up close. It certainly
would make a lot of stew, she decided.
*****
The Highbulp Gorge III was not happy. First to be
snatched up by armed Talls and herded cross-country with
a rope around his neck, lashed with whips and insulted at
every stumble, then to be thrown into a cage with the rest
of his followers and dozens of Tall captives as well - Gorge
was almost certain that his dignity had been offended,
among other things
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