03-11-2008, 12:26 PM
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The Italian boy was having a ridiculous amount of fun, even though they had not yet found a clue as to the location of the king's throne. It was nice to have a mission, especially when it had such a lucrative reward. A mission also seemed to be a wonderful way to make friends; making suggestions and solving problems seemed to be an excellent bonding medium. This was the kind of fun Beppe liked the most, and Icarus was certainlly one of the best wolves ever to join him in his game. Of course, without the Storm wolf's groundbreaking Fat Rabbit Theory, there would be no game at all!
Beppe pressed his ear harder to the ground, a small smile on his face from how the other's eyes appeared to be bulging. Not hearing anything, he followed Icarus's lead and held his breath. Still nothing. Unless Icarus had really good ears, he probably wasn't hearing anything either. "You hear something?" He stood back up, eyebrows furrowed. "Perhaps the King Rabbit is having his mid-morning nap. Then I think we should go deeper into the bushes and try to get in the closeness of his castle... then we can hear him snoring." Surely such a selfish, dignified creature would take up his throne where the bushes grew high and the food was bountiful. After all, The Glutton wouldn't be able to go very far to get his food. on the side of the ghost and the King |