The Adventures of Dod

“All that intrigue over a couple of notes? Even Sawny doesn’t like books that much.”

"Zerny's pets....He's taken to a hobby, but someth'n smudged 'em all out."

"I'm serious about bad luck. It's funny until it happens to you..." 

"Oh tick-blood!" 

"I'd rather dig ditches at Twistyard than be eating maggot puke here in Driaxom." 

"Con won't mind.  If he's not here yet, we better eat while we still have a chance--that boy's as big as a barge. I'd pull a frog out my nose if he eats anything less than half-a-cow per day." 

"Ludicrous!  Stand back....You're telling me he's a threat?" 

 "Oh--that Dod."

"You putrid, loathing, degenerate snake!" 

 "You can't tell a soul....I was--uh--someplace I shouldn't have been, and I may have heard--"

"...I could have died.  Some dosippitous corranus handled my riggings today." 

 "I wouldn't quit the Coosings!  Sawb really stretched when he appointed me last year--my family, you know; we're not chauss or toting gold."

 "Yes, that's very true--The Dread--my goodness, I hate thinking of The Dread."

"If you've brought us all the way over here to show us the insides of that thing, I'm not going to be pleased." 

"I thought I told you to run, boy!  Apparently my legs work just fine."

"Sure he does.  That's a bunch of boosap!" 

"I'd imagine all sorts of foolish articles will post about me--how I hate noble billies. They'll claim the most absurd things..." 

"You just don't go there and expect to come back alive. Cat fights are wicked." 

 "If The Dread is among us, then we must act normal.  Any suspicious behavior would certainly lead to a swift and fatal meeting with him!"

"You putrid, loathing, degenerate snake!"