The shepherdess’ ancestors
- Master?
- Yes, princess?
- How about we take a left turn here?
- A left turn, princess?
- Yes, left.
- We usually turn right here, princess.
- But I was thinking perhaps we could spice things up, and take a left.
- That wouldn’t have anything to do with the shepherdess that lives on that street, would it?
- It would!
- Really, princess?
- We could death fight her!
- There’s a reason we always turn right here, princess.
- You’re a coward?
- ...
- First we rush her, then we death fight her.
- And that is the reason we always turn right here, princess.
- If you’re tired I could take her myself.
- Even if I were on-board on this whole death fighting business of yours. Which I am not. I don’t think the shepherdess would be the place to start.
- Look at these fangs! They’d tear her to shreds in moments.
- Princess, the shepherdess’ ancestors had the job of living rough and scaring off wolves. These days they work with the police fighting gangsters.
- I’d just be at her throat, she wouldn’t even know what hit her.
- Whereas your ancestors have a proud history of wearing bows and bouncing while making cute sounds.
- And fighting crocodiles.
- Your ancestors did not fight crocodiles, princess.
- Sure did. Look at these claws!
- Even if they did, don’t you think that her outweighing you by a factor of FIVE times would shift the odds in her favor, even just a little bit?
- We have no concept of size. She wouldn’t last a second. Look at these fangs!