Post by dogface on Nov 30, 2006 1:12:19 GMT -5
"Hey, dere, Papa, what fer ye be callin' me from da pigs?" Anders kicked some stray slop from his boots.
"I got words fer ya, boy, so sit yerself down." Old Anders waved at a stump.
"Hokay, I'm sittin', so what're ya after sayin?"
"Ya know how I'm all da time tellin' ya after yer great-gran'pa?"
"Ja, ja, dem stories wit' da ogres and giants and all, what about 'em?"
"Well, dey wasn't just stories, boy. He really was a hero way back."
"If dat's so, den why're we shovelin' pigsh--"
"Shut yer yap, boy, I'm after explainin' dat. Ya see, my gran'pa was good wit' a sword, but no good wit' money. So he ended up drinkin' away de whole t'ing. If he hadn't met up wit' yer great-gran'ma, he'd a' starved ta deat', ja. So dere she was, needin' a man, and he was needin' a home. Lucky for him, her Papa had no ot'er kids, an' dis is how we got dis farm."
"Hokay, so why're ya tellin' me all dis, Papa?"
"Cuz yer de worst damn farmer I ever saw, boy--don't ya get mad at me, ya know it's true, ja. But I see ya at da militia, yer always ready fer a scrap, and I heard da ears full about how ya was in da front of da fight when dem goblins showed demselves last winter."
"So, where's dis goin'?" Anders scratched under his beard.
"I'm sayin' dat maybe ya should t'ink a' takin' up da sword all da time. Me and yer Mama, we talked about dis, and I spent a little coin gettin' yer great-gran'pa's old armor fixed up."
"WOOHOO! I mean--are ya meanin' dat, papa?"
"Try not ta be so sad, boy, just go kiss yer Mama and tell her ye'll be careful, ja."
"I got words fer ya, boy, so sit yerself down." Old Anders waved at a stump.
"Hokay, I'm sittin', so what're ya after sayin?"
"Ya know how I'm all da time tellin' ya after yer great-gran'pa?"
"Ja, ja, dem stories wit' da ogres and giants and all, what about 'em?"
"Well, dey wasn't just stories, boy. He really was a hero way back."
"If dat's so, den why're we shovelin' pigsh--"
"Shut yer yap, boy, I'm after explainin' dat. Ya see, my gran'pa was good wit' a sword, but no good wit' money. So he ended up drinkin' away de whole t'ing. If he hadn't met up wit' yer great-gran'ma, he'd a' starved ta deat', ja. So dere she was, needin' a man, and he was needin' a home. Lucky for him, her Papa had no ot'er kids, an' dis is how we got dis farm."
"Hokay, so why're ya tellin' me all dis, Papa?"
"Cuz yer de worst damn farmer I ever saw, boy--don't ya get mad at me, ya know it's true, ja. But I see ya at da militia, yer always ready fer a scrap, and I heard da ears full about how ya was in da front of da fight when dem goblins showed demselves last winter."
"So, where's dis goin'?" Anders scratched under his beard.
"I'm sayin' dat maybe ya should t'ink a' takin' up da sword all da time. Me and yer Mama, we talked about dis, and I spent a little coin gettin' yer great-gran'pa's old armor fixed up."
"WOOHOO! I mean--are ya meanin' dat, papa?"
"Try not ta be so sad, boy, just go kiss yer Mama and tell her ye'll be careful, ja."