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Another Prompt thing, but short! Henning is my slightly more "back to my roots" alter ego...if I had stuck around the home town. Artwork is by 
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This had to be one of those 365 word limit deals...harder than they sound.
“Alex,” Portor said. “Alex.”
The keg was almost empty. I was loathe to try the dandy beers that the Beer Dandies had brought from the city, but I knew if I was the last guy to get anything from the keg I could expect a hassle later. A little more….a little more…and I was done with it.
“Alex.”
‘What do you WANT? I can understand you without seeing your ugly tusks move.” There was a halfway pleasant, halfway worrying sensation that I was going to fall because I spun around too quickly to glower at poor Port. The smartest boar to trip over the sty, he was NOT.
“There’s a guy out back, you gotta see him. Henning. He’s mythological!”
“I’ve seen minotaurs before.”
“Something else.” Off Portor trotted.
Jules was our host. Jules usually only invited what were politely called “barnyard” folks. There was a unicorn in town, just moved here. Would Jules move on someone like that? COULD Jules move on someone like that? No. So who was this Henning? I pondered this and sipped away the beer.
“Anyone have a church key?” The voice of a ram with unnaturally curly wool jabbed at us. “A church key?” He sighed. “A bottle opener, to you lot?”
“Go out back,” said Portor.
I went with the flow.
There was a strange looking rooster with the meanest red eyes I’d ever seen, and his beak was crooked enough to look like he had teeth. I heard a rattle, and realized: that wasn’t a rooster.
“Henning,” said Portor. “You’ve got another customer!”
The cockatrice grabbed the fancy dandy beer from the ram, and bit the cap. He wrenched it back and forth frowning, and finally the top came off in his jagged beak. “Bawk yeah,” he clucked.
“See that Alex?” Portor was hopping. “Portable bottle opener, baby!”
PizzaLizzardThis had to be one of those 365 word limit deals...harder than they sound.
“Alex,” Portor said. “Alex.”
The keg was almost empty. I was loathe to try the dandy beers that the Beer Dandies had brought from the city, but I knew if I was the last guy to get anything from the keg I could expect a hassle later. A little more….a little more…and I was done with it.
“Alex.”
‘What do you WANT? I can understand you without seeing your ugly tusks move.” There was a halfway pleasant, halfway worrying sensation that I was going to fall because I spun around too quickly to glower at poor Port. The smartest boar to trip over the sty, he was NOT.
“There’s a guy out back, you gotta see him. Henning. He’s mythological!”
“I’ve seen minotaurs before.”
“Something else.” Off Portor trotted.
Jules was our host. Jules usually only invited what were politely called “barnyard” folks. There was a unicorn in town, just moved here. Would Jules move on someone like that? COULD Jules move on someone like that? No. So who was this Henning? I pondered this and sipped away the beer.
“Anyone have a church key?” The voice of a ram with unnaturally curly wool jabbed at us. “A church key?” He sighed. “A bottle opener, to you lot?”
“Go out back,” said Portor.
I went with the flow.
There was a strange looking rooster with the meanest red eyes I’d ever seen, and his beak was crooked enough to look like he had teeth. I heard a rattle, and realized: that wasn’t a rooster.
“Henning,” said Portor. “You’ve got another customer!”
The cockatrice grabbed the fancy dandy beer from the ram, and bit the cap. He wrenched it back and forth frowning, and finally the top came off in his jagged beak. “Bawk yeah,” he clucked.
“See that Alex?” Portor was hopping. “Portable bottle opener, baby!”
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