Musashi Sez:
Do yu noe how diffiklt it is to consentrayt wen the smell of fishees is in the ayr all round yu? As I stud ther, mai eyz wuz watterin somthin feers. So it’s no wundr that I didn’t at ferst see the big brown mousee who wuz watchin me off to the syd, unnr the awning.
An sins he is sutch an old hand at The Game, I bet he pland it that wae. Huh.
Wen I see him, I figgr, he is eethr tryin to figgr out if I’m fer reel or he is tryin to get up the curridj to approatch such a big kittee as me. So I sits and licks my front paws, ferst 1 an then the othr, slowlee and methodikul, so he kin figgr whut he wants to do. Then, cayrfullee, I sneeziz, and saunter ovr to wher he sittin an switch on my trustee LingwaTron. Then I say the coupl of pfrayziz I perpayrd in advans:
“Zdrastvuite!” (Hello!)
“Pryvet,” he said. (Hi.)
“Kak dee-lah?” (How are things?)
He snorted. “Kak vas zavut?” (What’s your name?)
“Octavian.” I had rund out of Russhin werds.
He seemed to guess this. “Parlez-vous Francais?”
Mai releef must hav shown. “Oui, un peu!”
“Bon. Venez avec moi.” (Good. Come with me.)
I follrd him in an out of the alleez of Grrranada, movin from the mor hoomin-peeple oriented areas to the mor 4-leg-dryv areas, if yu noes whut I meen. Ther wer mor brokd stones on the ground, but ther also mor innerstin thins to sniff at an more leaves an stuff wher yu cud hyd suddenlee if yu hadsd to.
Yu noe: mutch mor civilyzd.
I follrd him around a curv in the street that led to this weerd tunnel-lik thin that seemd to go unnr sombodee’z hous, wher we caym to a hoomin-peeple-syz door, and nearby that, a kittee or small doggee peeple syz door.
He turnd an kinda frownd at me. (This hard to tell wift sombodee that small.)
“J'ai confiance en toi. Ne me trahissez pas. Comprendez-vous?” (I am trusting you. Do not betray me. Understand?)
“Oui! Oui!”
The dull blak eyz of the littul mousee sent chillz down mai spyn. Finallee he sed, “Suivez-moi…” (Follow me…)
An I follrd.
