Game of Moans 5: ‘Green’

 

Grey Worm crouched by a log for a wee.

 

“Hiya Grey Worm,” said Bran. “How’s it hanging?”

 

‘Is that a dig?,” said Grey Worm.

 

“Not intentional.”

 

“So how about a little privacy?”

 

“Sorry, can’t... for I see all.”

 

“You greenseers are all the same.”

 

Bran’s eyes went up into his head.

 

“Oh here we go...” said Grey Worm.

 

“I predict...” said Bran; “a riot.”

 

“What?!,” said Grey Worm. “Who? Where?”

 

“Oh sorry, it’s just a song that’s been going round in my head.”

 

“Useless,” said Grey Worm. “Oh look, a five-eyed squirrel.”

 

“Quick, grab it!,” said Bran.

 

“But I’m still having a-”

 

“Quick, before it gets away!”

 

“Okay, hang on...” - Grey Worm pulled up his pants and managed to grab the five-eyed squirrel just as it was darting up a tree. He handed it to Bran.

 

“Thank you, Grey Worm.”

 

“So what is the significance of this?”

 

“Hmm?”

 

“The five-eyed squirrel... what does it portend? What momentous fate does it adumbrate?”

 

“Oh nothing really.”

 

“Nothing?! So why did I curtail my business to grab the little fucker?”

 

“They taste good in a stew.”

 

Grey Worm made himself decent and grumbled and griped all the way back to the Dragon Queen (that being what he liked to call Store Manager Dany, who he had a bit of a thing for and whose shop/post office he had a Saturday job in).

 

[ end of part 5 ]