”Stop nagging me, Cobble, you have longer legs than I, that's why!”
”Nonsense, you're just lazy! And watch where you put that thing, it's fragile!” He was talking about one of the burlap sacks that they both were carrying over their shoulders.
Buttons ceased the opportunity to make a very ugly grimace at Cobble's back as the hurried forth in the tunnels, their eyes barely being able distinguish all the nooks and crannies in the darkness. They were on their way back to Magrica, the head. And she would get very angry if they ended up coming late.
They reached the tunnel that led into their headquarters. Cobble did the secret knock on a secret spot on the wall, that was connected by threads to a tin can, so that Magrica knew it was them.
A few moments later Magrica came and opened for them, without a word she gazed down upon them as the scattered past her, taking their positions around the round table in the middle of the room.
“Well?”, she growled as she closed the door behind them and turned around to face them at the same time as they emptied their loot onto the table.
As they trembling picked up all their items and put them in neat rows and piles on the table, Magrica started circling the table, looking down her nose at the rows of different foods and treasures.
“Any cheese?”, she asked faintly, as if daring them to displease her by answering no.
“Alas, m'am, we couldn't any, not any at all, smell our breaths if you don’t believe us.”, Cobble replied in a squeaky voice.
Magrica stared at him as if he was something disgusting that barely deserved her attention. “I rather not”, she said cooly.
Magrica took another lap around the room until she saw something small and golden tucked away in the middle of the big pile on the table. “What's this?”, she asked and looked at Buttons this time.
“G-g-g-gold, m'am”, he replied in a trembling voice.
“Gold, really?”, she asked, starting at Buttons with a burning gaze.
“I believe so, yes, m'am”, he replied.
Magrica took up the large gold coin and positioned it between her very large front teeth and bit down on it. “Hm, I guess it'll do”, she said sternly. “Leave all this here, but do try to find some cheese next time, wont you?”
“Yes m'am.”
“Now, begone, I have things to attend to”, Magrica said and gestured to the door.
After Buttons and Cobble had went out of the door she went to the back of the room and opened a padlocked door hidden behind a tapestry. In there lay the finest aged cheeses imaginable, a respectable collection, but she had to be hard to keep it so. It's not always easy, to be a classy mouse.
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Word of the day:
echt
proper, real, genuine, true to type.
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