20 minutes later.
“… and that’s the story of my back,” finished Biggs.
Both Arthur and Sid were asleep this time, cuddling each other.
“Look at that,” whispered Alf, “and we didn’t even need a packet of Maltesers.”
Just then a guard came into the room, placed his cake on a stool then sat down himself. He then drew his sword and placed it against the wall. Nodding at Alf and Biggs he then proceeded to go to sleep. Within a few minutes (seconds if they want to save money on the film shoot) he was asleep and knocked his sword on his cake.
“Look,” observed Biggs in a hushed tone, “The sword in the scone.”
“What a long set up that was for such a small joke,” thought Alf.
“But at least Sid didn’t get the punch line,” smiled Arthur’s man-at-arms. “I haven’t been called a man-at-arms for ages,” he mused, “I think the last time was when the Author wrote the blurb for The Crying Pennant.”
“Blurb, I don’t like that term.”
“Really?”
“No, but it keeps the conversation going.”
Just then…
“You can’t say ‘just then’ Author,” reprimanded Biggs, “You used it at the start of this section.”
“What do you suggest?” asked I.
“Suddenly…”
“I can’t imagine Arthur suddenly doing anything.”
“Within a minute?”
“Ok then.”
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A DaVinci Co-Ed
Science FictionSo this is it, the last book in the Arth Series. Tying up all loose ends like ‘Lost’ did. Well not quite. Arthur King of the Britons (or is he?) and Sid the grumpy little dwarf fight and force their way to the end of the book series. Evil Lord D’ark...
