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Mike\Short Stories\Resnick-Hairy-Toad.pdb PDB Name: The Inn of the Hairy Toad by Mi Creator ID: REAd PDB Type: TEXt Version: 0 Unique ID Seed: 0 Creation Date: 16/08/1973 Modification Date: 16/08/1973 Last Backup Date: 1/01/1970 Modification Number: 0 The Inn of the Hairy Toad by Mike Resnick 1. Cretin the Beggar had just finished his nightly quart of ale at the Inn of the Hairy Toad, that gathering place of the outcasts, the misfits, and the flatulent of ancient Agabenzzar. He was swaying down the Street of the Slightly Overweight Courtesans, his scrawny body veering from one dimly-lit hostelry to another, when there was a distant roll of drums, followed by a flash of lightning that struck the cobbled pavement just in front of his feet. This was followed in quick succession by a fanfare of trumpets, a clap of thunder, and the sudden appearance of an enormous, tentacled, fire-breathing monster of a greenish hue somewhere between emerald and shamrock, possessing a skin texture of reprocessed ambergris. "Cretin the Conqueror, Abuser of the Meek, Defiler of the Fairest Flowers of Agabenzzar, Slaughterer of the Rightful Heir to the Throne, prepare to die!" "Oh, shit!" muttered Cretin. "Not again." "Again?" thundered the monster, momentarily dousing his flame to aid in his articulation. "What do you mean, mortal?" "Just a minute," said Cretin, fumbling through his coin pouch. "I've got it here somewhere, I know I do. Ahhh," he added with a smile, withdrawing a seven-sided coin and holding it aloft. "What's _that_ supposed to be?" asked the monster, staring at it curiously. At last he reached out a tentacle, took the coin from Cretin's |
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