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Rise of the Raccoon Queen, Part 43 (Epilogue)
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“Gawain, dearest?”
“Yes, Persephone, my love?”
“What are you reading?”
“Recipes, my dear. For frog legs.”
“[Rae-beet].”
“Oh, Gawain, don’t take on so about him. He looks rather cute.”
“[Rae-beet].”
“He’d look cuter in the moat, where his kind belong . . . or sautéed in butter, served with lemon.”
“I doubt he’d make a full meal for you, love.”
“[Rae-beet].”
“If he’d only stop roosting on top of my head . . . here, get off, you.” The Crown Prince of Faerie plucked the large frog from his head, carried it to a nearby open window, and dropped it into the moat. The Royal Skunk had no worries about the frog getting injured.
He’d hurled the frog out the window on more than one occasion.
“Dratted Elfhamian . . . I swear, if that indefinite buck had anything to do about this . . . “
“I rather doubt, my love, that the Master of Elfhame would do anything of the sort.”
Far below, the frog surfaced, blinking placidly. It had come a long way from the pond up in the North Country; here it was warmer, with plenty of insects for food. And it was the largest of its kind in the moat, and the others deferred to it.
“[Rae-beet],” it croaked in a resigned tone, as if to say, “Eh, it’s a living.”
Hope you've enjoyed the ride! We pick up in the New Year with "Solo Wolf And Cub"...
Story by
Walt46 and M. Mitchell Marmel. Art by 
Tegerio. Color by MMM&M. The extra M is for [RAE-BEET]!
All rights lefted.
“Gawain, dearest?”
“Yes, Persephone, my love?”
“What are you reading?”
“Recipes, my dear. For frog legs.”
“[Rae-beet].”
“Oh, Gawain, don’t take on so about him. He looks rather cute.”
“[Rae-beet].”
“He’d look cuter in the moat, where his kind belong . . . or sautéed in butter, served with lemon.”
“I doubt he’d make a full meal for you, love.”
“[Rae-beet].”
“If he’d only stop roosting on top of my head . . . here, get off, you.” The Crown Prince of Faerie plucked the large frog from his head, carried it to a nearby open window, and dropped it into the moat. The Royal Skunk had no worries about the frog getting injured.
He’d hurled the frog out the window on more than one occasion.
“Dratted Elfhamian . . . I swear, if that indefinite buck had anything to do about this . . . “
“I rather doubt, my love, that the Master of Elfhame would do anything of the sort.”
Far below, the frog surfaced, blinking placidly. It had come a long way from the pond up in the North Country; here it was warmer, with plenty of insects for food. And it was the largest of its kind in the moat, and the others deferred to it.
“[Rae-beet],” it croaked in a resigned tone, as if to say, “Eh, it’s a living.”
Hope you've enjoyed the ride! We pick up in the New Year with "Solo Wolf And Cub"...
Story by
Walt46 and M. Mitchell Marmel. Art by 
Tegerio. Color by MMM&M. The extra M is for [RAE-BEET]! All rights lefted.
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File Size 1.23 MB
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