The Dungeoneers (The Dungeoneers, #1)

by Jeffery Russell

“Damndest thing I ever saw,” he said. “Big skelly lugger comes runnin’ at ya and ya turns aboot and pees in its face.” Gong and Nibbly were doubled over and shaking. “Aye, ‘eres mud in yer eye, eh?” Gong said. “Spray and pray!” Nibbly shouted. “Might wanna tuck them fam’ly jools away ‘fore someone makes cufflinks out of ‘em,” Thud said. Durham struggled to tug his pants back up while Thud began kicking bones off of him. “Well, seems you may ‘ave solved the mystery of the haunted ruins,” he said. “That cow musta been wandering around out here for near six hunnerd years now. This’ll make a fine tale for ya in the future to follow up that sheep murder story with.” “Think ye may have just gotten yer earned name, lad,” Gong said. “Blamed if I can figger what it should be, though.” “Hmmm”, Thud said. “Incowtinent?” “No ring to that, is there?” Nibbly said. “Don’t exactly roll off the tongue.” “Peacock?” Gong offered. “Too vulgar sounding,” Thud said. Nibbly’s face broke into a grin. “Calf!” “Calf?” “Aye, cuz it’s a ‘wee cow’.”