'The cat, yes, of course.' But he didn't say anything after that, and we stood there and stood there, and the king kept smiling at something I couldn't see. It seemed to take him forever to speak that one word. Schmendrick said very gently, 'Majesty, it is Schmendrick and Molly, Molly Grue.' The king blinked at him. There was nobody else in the little room, and he peered at the three of us as though he knew he knew us, but not why. But his eyes were so tired and heavy, I didn't know how he kept them open. He had a kind face, with a big old nose, and big blue eyes, like a little boy. He wore a red and gold mantle, and there was a real golden crown on his white head, not much bigger than the wreaths we put on our champion rams at the end of the year. I was ready for him to have a long beard, spreading out all across his chest, but he only had a short one, like my father, except white. He was as tall as Schmendrick, but he seemed so much wider.

It was a really small room, the same size as my mother's weaving room, so maybe that's why he looked so big. He was sitting on an ordinary wooden chair, not a throne. Which in turn links to the whole monthlong project, in case you wanna do some free short story reading of your own! links to the stories in this year's advent-ure will be at the end of each review.Įnjoy, and the happiest of decembers to you all! Here is a link to the first story in last year's project, however, i will be posting story links in case anyone wants to read the stories themselves and show off how maybe someone could have time for that. Last year, i carved out my own short story advent calendar as my project for december, and it was so much fun i decided to do it again this year! so, each day during the month of december, i will be reading a short story and doing the barest minimum of a review because ain't no one got time for that and i'm already so far behind in all the things.

The last unicorn beagle