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~It's a dark, stormy night in TrollsBane. Most people are sleeping, yet a flickering light can be seen at the Fluffy Sheep Tavern.~

Chester is sitting near the Fireplace, sipping on a mug of Dwarven Beer. His hair looks messy, his clothes are stained with dirt and straw, and he trembles as he looks into the flames of the fire.

You enter the Tavern and see him sitting there, sipping his mug. Walking up to him, he notices you and says "Hello there".

"Hello Chester. What's the matter?" you say.

"Oh....well.....my mule, Dragonbait is sick!" he says.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Anything I can do?" you say.

"I just wish I knew what is wrong with him. I was working at Goldburg Castle, baking some bread, fed a loaf to him and he just 'fell' over!"

"I been feeding Dragonbait all sorts of food and Beer cause lately, water and Grain just havn't been working! I love that damn, stupid Mule y'know."

"I just thought Dragonbait was getting lazy and spoiled cause I haven't been working as much, staying near the castle. So he's been sitting around a lot. Could be why he's gained a little weight, hehe."

"But, now I fear he's come down with a sickness!"

"I tried to get him up, but Dragonbait won't move, just lays there getting sicker!"

"What's wrong with him???"

Chester sighs and look into the fire, sipping some beer with a trembling hand.

((Any ideas what's wrong? ))

~Chester still sits, worrying and staring into the fire~

((Aww...no-one wants to guess??))

A gangly teen ager with awful freckles and red hair speaks a little pausingly as he walks past, having a conversation with a fat and tanned woman. The only bit of his conversation that is made out as he passes is.....

Is she pregnent?

Chester looks up....

"What!" he bellows

"Pregnant!.....don't ye think I can tell the difference between a male mule an' a female mule!!!" He yells.

You stand there, unsure what to say.

"Come with me, I'll show ye an' ye can make up yer mind!" He says.

With that, the two of you leave and travel to Goldburg Castle, where inside, breathing heavy and looking quite pale, lies an overweight mule.

"There, see!" Chester points "Dragonbait's just sic..." when suddenly a burst of water squirts from the Mule across the floor and covers Chester's shoes.

"Aahhhh!!!!" Chester yells in surprise, and rushes to help deliver the new foal. You help too, and as the two of you help pull the baby mule out.....

You and Chester Immediately Gasp in Surprise!

"It wasn't me....." Chester says, blushing.

((Now Part 2.......What's wrong with the Baby Mule???? ))

The momments pass as a servent strolls by with a plate of food for a rather plump Dwarf. Who imediately bellows

It's too small!

Two local drunkards sit in the fluffy sheep tavern. One looks to the other with an awkward glance, and a beer mug firmly gripped in his hand as he says:

"Oi, ya 'ear about that perverted old dwarf, that takes it upon 'emself ta mate wit' his beast?...Arr!"

Dumbfounded, the other stares back blurting:

"Wha?... That's an awful way ta speak o' tha' dwarven female kind!...Damn funny though!...Arr!"

After exchanging much laughs and 'Arr's', the two stop and drunkenly glare at one another.

"No no no!... He shagged 'is own mule!..."

"That sick lil' bastard!"

As you and Chester examine the new baby mule, you notice it has 'bushy' hair along it's chin and Jaw, much longer than normal.

Dragonbait notices the new Mule and licks it clean, causing the hair to whiten and stand up more.

"Well I'll be damned!" you say, "It's got his father's beard!"
You suddenly laugh hard and watch as Chester blushes 23 shades of red.

"Bu....Bu....It wasn't me!!!" Chester stammers.

You continue to laugh so hard as you begin to leave that it actually hurts!



((Congratulations! Thanks for trying!))