03-10-2017, 08:45 AM
Toot woke up with a start and in a blink of an eye he's gone. As everyone is getting up to see what the commotion was about, Toot peeks out from under Boo's tail. Whatever it was that woke Toot had quite literally scared the shit out of him. While fighting the weight of Boo's tail, Toot slowly stumbles to his feet. Boo groans and look back at his companion fumbling around his butt hole. He hoped this wasn't like the last time when Toot got stuck up there. It took an hour of Boo rubbing his backside on a rough log to get him unstuck.
Unlike the others, Toot doesn't go running toward the danger. He stays put and watches everyone while carefully scooping a handful the sticky mess out of his breeches before flicking it onto the ground. Toot squeaks something about needing more fiber then asks, "Wha... What's going on?" Eventually, when Toot's sure there's no danger he settles down enough to go back to sleep.
Toot is startled awake again by a knock on the door. "By the nature's spirits, does no one believe in sleeping?" But when he sees the servants bring him warm water to refill the washbasins; chilled water to sate his thirst; clean linen sheets and a basket of fresh bread, his face brightens. "What this, royal service? Me no treated to royal service before." Toot suddenly hops to his feet, runs down Boo's back and straight for the basket of bread. He's about to grab a loaf that's as big as he is when he spots one of the servants staring at him and his soiled hands from the night before, with a horrified expression. Toot sheepishly pauses for a moment then jumps off the table and scurries over to the wash basin. He then turns his head away like he's expecting to get bit and carefully dabs the palms of his tiny hands into the warm water. With a look of surprise that the water didn't hurt him, Toot then reaches over and wipes his hands on the clean linen. Once the crisp white linens look more like a toddler's finger painting, Toot trots happily back to his bread and begins to chow down.
Unlike the others, Toot doesn't go running toward the danger. He stays put and watches everyone while carefully scooping a handful the sticky mess out of his breeches before flicking it onto the ground. Toot squeaks something about needing more fiber then asks, "Wha... What's going on?" Eventually, when Toot's sure there's no danger he settles down enough to go back to sleep.
Toot is startled awake again by a knock on the door. "By the nature's spirits, does no one believe in sleeping?" But when he sees the servants bring him warm water to refill the washbasins; chilled water to sate his thirst; clean linen sheets and a basket of fresh bread, his face brightens. "What this, royal service? Me no treated to royal service before." Toot suddenly hops to his feet, runs down Boo's back and straight for the basket of bread. He's about to grab a loaf that's as big as he is when he spots one of the servants staring at him and his soiled hands from the night before, with a horrified expression. Toot sheepishly pauses for a moment then jumps off the table and scurries over to the wash basin. He then turns his head away like he's expecting to get bit and carefully dabs the palms of his tiny hands into the warm water. With a look of surprise that the water didn't hurt him, Toot then reaches over and wipes his hands on the clean linen. Once the crisp white linens look more like a toddler's finger painting, Toot trots happily back to his bread and begins to chow down.
