s the sun begins to rise from the east and the cool winter wind rustles through the trees, birds awaken and begin to sing their praise upon a new day....

Hammers are heard in the distance, and work wagons head toward a new valiant and obscenely proud structure just outside the WadAsian city limits...

Cheerful maidens walk about delivering freshly brewed Jeffulattes, Dravacheenos and pastries to the numerous carpenters and landscapers that have been working furiously on what would soon become "Baker Manor"...

Sir Jeffulot stood high upon a tower on one corner of the land near the new castle, peering down through his armor upon the workers with an angrily stern scowl... Sword in hand, he took turns shifting his attention to each of the workers to remind them of the importance of this new dwelling...

Singing old warrior songs the laborers worked away to assure the dwelling would be complete on time...

Just over the hill to the west, King Draven was busily moving Tracker's belongings from the castle...

Taking each of the fragile and precious trinkets that Tracker had cherished and taking the time to break each and every one of them and throwing them to the moat, he would make him busy for most of the day...

"Tell Sir Jeffulot that I will be there on Saturday to assist him..." King Draven demands to one of his kingly messengers...

The messenger bows and scurries off to his horse and rides off to deliver the important message...

Chewy, one of the long lost warriors of WadAsia, sits within his dwelling, taking time away from his AOL chat groups, he carefully ponders his wording in a letter to Sir Jeffulot...

"Honorable Sir Jeffulot.... I regret to inform you that I, Chewy of WadAsia, will be unable to help you move because I..." he writes then pauses... "because I must stay home to..." he stops and scratches out with his feathered pen... "because I must go away to another land and..." he also scratches out..."... he gives up and puts his head down onto his desk...

A beam of sunlight invades the room from behind one of his black drapes, sending him hurriedly toward the window to correct the problem...

Chewy returns to his desk and attempts to click on his Email icon... "Bzzzztt!!!" and alarm sounds... "Error Loading Email, Would you like to try AOL? " the message displays blinking on his screen...

Chewy sighs in disappointment and clicks on "NO".

Chewy attempts to pick up his telephone... "Bzzzztt!!!" and alarm sounds... "Error Accessing Telephone, Would you like to try AOL? " the message displays blinking on his screen once again...

Chewy attempts to exit through the door of his quarters... grabbing the handle to the door... "Bzzzztt!!!" and alarm sounds... "Error Accessing Exit, Would you like to try AOL? " the message displays blinking on his screen once again...

Chewy giggles insanely.... and eventually gives in and clicks the "YES" button... and returns to his chair...

The other eastern WadAsian warriors prepare to help Sir Jeffulot and the Holy Gail with their move on Saturday, January 30 at 9:00am at their old dwelling.... For they too know that they will be greatly rewarded for their kindness, not only with mere appreciation, but also with food and drink...
~ Property of the WadAsian High Council


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