Yup, yet again TDL has been postponed due to flagrant procrastination from we three authors of the blog.
We realize the only reason mass uprising has only been prohibited by our hungry Wyvern which we prefer to call Please No, as that's usually the only thing its hears while defending our domicile.
Anyway, due to our so-forthing, we will be posting letters next week, along with a complimentary page of the Weekly Draconian, but for now, we put forward a recently cobbled together painstakingly created short story for the enjoyment of all ye who hearken to the Wyvern's Den.
Enjoy!
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Symeon the monkey swung in a gentle arc through the
moist morning air, his hairy toes firmly lodged around the springy branch he
was using as a swinging pendulum.
At the apex
of his swing, he released his feet from the pliant branch and shot upwards,
neatly catching the highest branch on the tree and wrapping his agile legs
firmly around it.
Bouncing
slightly upside down with the branches recoil, Symeon blinked around his
enclosure. What to do; what to do…
The dartboard tacked to the far wall was already perforated with dart points past and present, and he had gone too long with it
anyway. The swing-set was entirely too grounded, he much preferred his current
vantage.
Gazing from
the computer, across the picture wall, platted with animal, human and strange
unreal photos he guessed were fantasy from his handlers’ minds. Past the
obstacle course and finally, ah, that was what he wanted.
The 72 in.
plasma TV perched invitingly beside a less enticing rock garden, complete with
snaking wires and curving white objects he had yet to explore.
Springing
down to the packed earth and stone of the enclosure floor, Symeon loped over to
the TV, snatching up a white object and fingering the TV’s sides until it lit
up.
Crouching
back on his hairy haunches, Symeon squinted at the screen. Figures and bright
objects began to bounce around the edges of the bright screen.
Unsure, he
prodded at his white object. A character on the screen sprung upwards
unexpectedly. So the white object made it move.
Over
several minutes, Symeon mastered the controller, figuring out how to attack the
other flamboyant characters on screen, how to move and evade, and finally, how
to win.
Hooting
like his less civilized relatives, Symeon flung his controller at the
screen in victory. He had mastered yet another thing. Leaping up, Symeon
swiveled, looking for something new to conquer, there was so much to do in his
room.
Outside the
long observing window, Doctor Povral sketched out a few words on his clipboard.
The subject was coming along nicely. From where he had been looking at the
opposite windows monkey, Doctor Manning joined Povral, swinging his completed
clipboard beside him.
“Anything
new with the primary?” he inquired, squinting through the window. Povral need
not answer, but did anyway. “Oh yes, Subject Symeon is coming along unexpectedly
well.”
Manning
nodded, slightly awed by the room behind the window. “Good lord, there’s
something you don’t see everyday.” Inside, monkey Symeon had found a hatstand
and had begun to dance with it.
“Make sure
not to give it too much to do, it might rub off,” he said to Povral, watching the monkey with a nervous eye. The Doctor
shook his head, laughing. “Come on doctor, honestly. What could a simian possibly ever do to
us?”
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