Sunday, July 31, 2005

And then there were three



Back at stately Fredeschay manor, Dervish was nearing the end of his life. He was completely at peace with that fact, given that he had recently earned his one hundred thousandth Simoleon, fulfilling his lifelong ambition. Plus, he and his father had reconciled since he'd aged and the two were the best of friends now. Dervish spent his last morning shooting some pool with the "old man".



When Eloise and Knut came home from work, he prepared a delicious supper of hamburgers (always his favorite) and the four shared a pleasant final meal. There was a little awkward spot when Eloise started discussing her latest crime and Knut, still in his Captain Hero uniform, was a little tense, but soon the moment passed.



And so did Dervish. Good night sweet prince: And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!

2 Comments:

Blogger Chris said...

Awww... I remember the day Dervish was born... sigh.

6:52 PM  
Blogger Rachel said...

Don't worry, the more generations you go, the more you're like, "Phew, more room in the house." :)

8:02 AM  

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