Tales from the Elderly VI: The Man-Eating Pie!
(A stocky old Ylian woman laughs loudly from a corner, the sound mixing into the general Ambience of joy filling Kada-El's on the night of The Harvest Celebration, Piles of delicious foods and drinks a seen in every direction, old men are laughing as they play chess in a corner, and a pair of big strong farmers arm wrestle by the bar, even the bounty hunter Jarrpi, normally silent and a greatly indecent being to be near smokes at a pipe and laughs in jest with a friend. The stocky Ylian Lady bellows out with raucious Laughter as she listens to an old Sailors tales of Great sea fights against beasts of the sea.)
Lady: Well I do believe my good deary that that is a terribly frightful tale of monstrous ghouls from the depths but I'll tell you a truly horrible tale!
(The old Sailor seems taken aback that such a sweet old house wife could have a horrific tale of beasties)
Lady: Well you speak of Krakens and Demonic Palerays, but how about Demon-Pastrys!
(The old sailor Bursts out in laughter, swinging back in his chair, but a young child looks wide eyed at the old lady
Child: Burr Ho!!!! Oi dunna Loik thees sounds o mean ole beasties in Pois!!!
(the old lady smiles)
Lady: I baked it myself! with my own two hands! I believed it would be a grand Idea a Pie that could talk with you as you ate it! but then it went bad...
(The old sailor falls from his chair cackling with laughter, a few men in the tavern begin to laugh at the old sailor)
Lady: Well it was a chilly Novari day and I decided to make a nice warm pie!, but this was back when My dear husband was a trader, and I was alone, so i thought I could ask the old enchantress down the road to make the pie speak with me, so I made up the scrumcious delicious pie and took it down the road, and she used her Hazabalooperap-zap hocus pocus and BAM!!!! the pie came to life, Talkin with me, it spoke of things such as polotics and how cute the custard tarts in the bakery were, and I couldn't bring myself to eat the poor thing when we got back to my house... but then... it saw... in the trash... An empty pie tin, the remnants of the previous nights dinner... it went balistic and I was alone, nought but me... and my trusty rolling pin, as the wicked pastry leapt at me, the howling of my saviour sounded as my dear pet dog waffles leapt through the window and began to dig into the poor crusty little fellow... and I realised... Dont get attached to your food... its got to be eaten eventually!
(The old sailor seems to be having a heart attack, however when one watches it becomes apparent he's laughing hysterically... and the old lady seems genuinly proud of this "Amazing victory")
