Claimer: I do hereby claim all rights and responsibility for the characters in this series of vignettes because the Amaranthine Saga is mine. (Which means I should probably behave myself since anything I say or do could be taken as canon.) Indulge the lot of us, especially for the one who just got marm’d.
54
Prat
The child mumbled, “Yessir. And these.” With fatalistic resolve, the boy lifted his leg, displaying a cloven hoof. As if expecting screams or censure.
Jacques was too good a butler to succumb to either.
Still. Hooves. “You’ve brought us a faun?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” scoffed Adoona-soh. “Goat clan, not deer clan. He’s a kid.”
He bowed to her superior knowledge. “Very good, marm.”
She eyed him with ill-concealed amusement. “His name’s Nonny.”
Jacques drawled, “Hey, nonny, nonny.”
The kid called him a rude name.
And quicker than you could say hey, diddle, diddle, Jacques realized something vital.
Nonny spoke English.
Posted: September 23, 2019
Prompt: “hey, diddle, diddle,” suggested by Joy
Words: 100
Summary: Jacques Smythe brazens his way into Stately House and shows no sign of departing. Like it or not, Lord Mettlebright has himself a butler. An Amaranthine Saga Serial. [Humor, Drama, Family] Begins here. You can suggest a prompt here. To scroll through archived chapters, use the Lord Mettlebright’s Man tag.
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Oh my! Too funny! Well that’s one way to find out!
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