Cows? Why did it have to be cows?!

The Doctor

Things then get REALLY strange when a LARGE talking lion shows up . . .with a slightly bemused look in his noble features. . . .which only gets even slightly more bemused after this part.

"Artizza and Fertal, what are you doing ba . . . ?" Aslan begins.

KABLAAM!! goes the elephant gun (the somewhat newfangled to Quatermain Holland & Halland Nitro-Express .600N). Both barrels of said elephant gun go kablam, in fact!

. . .

Amongst other things that Inquirer (in a slight fit of whimsy) made up for Allan Quatermain whilst stuck upon Luke Skywalker's desert home planet (besides the pith helmet and safari clothing) was an elephant gun (fully decked out for those "special" occasions). It HAD been rather useful on occasion later on (imagine the look of utter shock that the assassins had upon getting hit by slugs from THAT baby, eh)!

However, at this time let us just say that WE are VERY fortunate that Aslan (if I do not miss my gues) has only been knocked COLD by being hit full in the face by our mighty hunter's discharge!

Moments later. . . while Aslan's being treated by Sigin . . .

. . .

I should rather know this setting, considering that I had read it to my grand daughter, Susan, back while she was so VERY young on Earth. That . . .

And I saw the movie. Must say that the movie version cannot hold a candle to the real loin, let me tell you! No WONDER you either fear him or want to follow . . .

. . .

Well my dear, let me tell you something. I do believe that even at her youngest that my Susan would ever have believed this next part!

. . .

Well, thankfully it could have been much worse . . .

. . .

See, while I must admit that Allan Quatermain's skills as a hunter and warrior from what I read there are . . . times when one should actually try to talk first and THEN shoot later . . . if it is needed. And while I must admit that if nothing else after having lived as long as I have in Inquirer's company . . . those times seem to COME up more often around her company than it ever had before in my lifetime . . .

Er, well...

Seriously! Do believe that either has been spending too much time with Han Solo back in the Star Wars universe or . . .

"But it is a LION and I have this things about bloody lions," Allan protests, looking down at the still aghast looking dark elven eyes before him.

Or it could be that. One must remember that Allan did have a nearly lethal encounter with a lion whilst on safari back in his earlier years in Africa...

"Give me the popgun, Allan." Inquirer says softly. "Creator help us all if someone than these folk should have seen this before we explain . . .as much as we can, anyway."

"Mooo," one of the bawdy girls adds off from the side. More intelligent additions to this conversation well nigh impossible due to the magical sedative we had to cast upon them all in order to stop them from "freaking out" upon finding their . . . new condition.

"Oookay!" Chiana coos from the side, shaking her head slightly at this latest development. "How about telling us again what's frelling happenin' here, from the top this time?"

While sometimes she can have a certain . . . way with words at least she's not in the habit of punning like some of my fellow Champions I could mention who actually hale from Terra Prime by way of birth! Manfox Fred would probably would make some line about being . . . "udderly" appalled. That or perhaps make some lame comments about how "moo-ving" this all is?

Hrmph. Well, I guess besides stating the now obvious such as the young women we'd been attempting to aid have somehow transformed into . . . cows (as well as some other girls who's identity we have yet to obtain). Let us not forget THEM.

. . .

Actually, perhaps the smartest thing to do would be instead of waiting around for unconsious lions to awaken or listening to unexpected "Quest" companions of earlier on we should vacate BACK to Terra Prime? Well . . .maybe. I am not at all sure just HOW Aslan will be, mood wise, once he awakens. I do hope that Artizza and Fertal can calm him before he decides to EAT us after being in something of a snit over having been blasted full on in the face with an elephant gun.

Then again, being able to be knocked cold or not HE may be able to UNDO the very transformation that has befallen our now bovine friends, I HOPE. Thus, with that hope in mind we've opted to stay.

Do hope, old chap, we shall not live to regret this!

1. "Yes, I do dare say that would be most appreciated," I put in. "Now, either Fred the bear or Freda the cow . . . whichever one feels like it, please?"

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