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Athagon's Story part 10

*The rat.  Athagon didn't like him much, with his constant jabber (which contradicted itself most of the time), and rather cruel sense of humor.  The rat cackled evilly*
"Ha!  Lookit there!"  *He pointed to the wasted and rotting corpse of a skunk, lying next to the path*
"I bet he died reeeal slow like.  I love it when they die slow" *He turned his head towards Athagon and cackled again, a dry, rasping sound.  The sound a almost-dead person makes.  Athagon stayed silent*
"Of course, when we get to NEVER NEVER LAND, you'll have to answer to The King.  He doesn't like it when we're late.  Oh yes, we had better hurry up. If we don't move faster, we won't use up all the time in the world.  Come on, come on, time's hurrying and you're jabbering.  But slow down too, you're moving to fast."
*The rat paused again to grin*
"You know, you're not very friendly.  Not at all, not at all.  Kind of small?  Not at all.  Time is leaving and you're weeping.  Time is fleeing, so lets catch up!"
*With that somewhat cryptic statement, the rat took off, dirty claws scrabbling on the dirt, thin disgusting tail stirring up clouds of dust. Sighing, Athagon followed...*