Just call me Orion...

[king_pellinor]

Pellinor STRONG hunter, him got big skill. Tell story:

Pellinor come home to cave. Woman worried by Fierce Animal hiding in eating cave. Stand on chair squeaking like in early sixties sitcom. Woman stand on chair, not Fierce Thing. Pellinor take charge. Fetch plastic sword from Pellinor's cave, shut all other caves, he-e-eave big heavy Music Box out of way, chase Fierce Thing from under Music Box and out of cave.

No Thing so Fierce as Pellinor. Not even Big Fierce Mouse as long as Pellinor's thumb.

And does Big Hunter Pellinor get credit from Woman?

Ugh!

Comments

[chainmailmaiden]

You don't fancy coming to sort out our mouse do you? I suspect you're a better hunter than Bacchus.

Unfortunately we don't have the advantage of knowing where the little fuzzy sod is living, so it might be harder, but then that would lead to more glory if you succeeded in vanquishing it.

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

I would like to make a few things clear to Big Fierce Hunter. (I'm afraid I might use some big words, so I hope you can understand.)

1. I stood on the chair in an ironic fashion. If I remember correctly, you said, "Shouldn't you be standing on the chair screaming?" so I stood on the chair and squeaked. I had not stood on a single chair in the two hours in which I had been alone in the house with the mouse situation, before you came home.

2. If I was at any times nervous about a fast-moving rodent, it was with justifiable cause. I will never forget the terrifying near-miss with a shrew at bunn and Polo's house. I seem to remember that you were fast asleep across the hall when I heroically caught a shrew in a pint glass, just as it was running very very fast towards a rather sensitive part of me that I would rather shrews did not go.

I seem to remember that my cry of alarm woke you, and you came blundering out going, "wha's 'appening?" rather than leaping out, sword in hand, saying, "I come to rescue woman from Big Fierce Thing."

[bunn.livejournal.com]

So Pellinor can count one mouse, whereas ladyofastolat has one shrew to her credit. Of the two, I know which I'm scared of - mice just run away, whereas shrews leap at you screaming 'I'm going to BITE YOUR NOSE OFF!!!'

[king-pellinor.livejournal.com]

So, when the mouse went into the hall you were standing on and you scrambled up the stairs to get away from it, that was ironic too?

As for the shrew: any cry of alarm that would wake me must have been pretty loud and/or piercing :-p

[ladyofastolat.livejournal.com]

That wasn't irony. That was tactics. I reasoned that if I stood there on the bottom step squeaking, the mouse would veer away from me and thus head for the door. And clearly it worked.

[king-pellinor.livejournal.com]

Yes, dear, of course.

[evilmissbecky.livejournal.com]

Next time Big Hairy Spider in bathroom, I call you.