"Get over it, Devorah," Haggis said. "I care not what you think of me. I am a published author and you are not. So there."
"There, what, Haggis? Neener-neener-neener? You are how many hundreds of years old? Grow up. The joke is on you. You were printed, darling. Printed. Which is nothing to brag about, dearie. Have you thought of enrolling in writing classes?"
"Why should I? I already have three published books."
"Three printed books, you mean."
"Semantics," Haggis said dismissively.
"I've seen them, madam," Devorah countered. "You can barely spell your own name."
"Look, are you going to help me out here or not? Because if not, I can just eat you up and go somewhere else for help."
"Careful, snake girl," Devorah warned, "or I shall consider introducing you to my hungry mongoose. Besides, you would play hell eating me. I may help you, I may not. It depends upon what manner of payment you offer."
6 comments:
CATFIGHT....Get the popcorn, this is gonna be a HOOT!
( I am taking Haggis )
LOL! Meow. Um, where 'ya taking her? :)
I am getting the feeling that Devorah is our fair Serena...
Oh, yikes! I've been called a lot of things, but not a Voodoo Mama Sorceress. LMAO!
While I'm on the subject of having been called things, my troll pal has apologized and promised to leave me alone. Mr. Troll, I will take you at your word and trust you to honor it.
Devorah seems like the ultimate word cop. You would certainly keep some of your offenders in snake form.
Well. There is that. And I guess I wouldn't mind knowing a little magic.
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