Post by 4horseshowgirl4 on Dec 1, 2009 21:56:19 GMT -5
It was the middle of the night, and most people wouldn't have a prayer of getting around the Weyr properly. However, one person managed it, even if she did trip and nearly fall several times on the journey. It helped that she had been here longer than most; longer than all of her classmates, certainly. She sneaked into the kitchen, which was, obviously, deserted at this time of night. She rummaged around, grabbed something and put it in a large sack, and scurried off, all unseen. She disappeared into the shadows; there was no way of telling where she had gone.
That next morning, the Weyr was awakened by a drudge's scream. She had opened the cutlery cabinet to begin setting the tables for breakfast, but there was one small problem.
The forks. The forks were all gone. It was brilliant, really. It was rather difficult to eat the omelets the drudges had prepared for breakfast that morning without them. Everyone would want them back.
Forks. There could only be one mastermind behind this. Well, one mastermind and two new, unknown accomplices. They'd left a note behind them, where the forks should have been. News of this traveled like wildfire through the small Weyr, and, very soon, a small crowd was gathered around the note, chattering amongst themselves.
If one managed to shove themselves forward, they could see what was posted:
A grand adventure begins in the crib of a runt
And a rich prize awaits those that go along with this stunt
Yes, we’ve stolen all the forks
But in order this next part uncork
Head to the weyr of the woman in front!
LET THE HUNT BEGIN!