| I froze. The carpenters froze. The weird green-garbed shrimp a few feet away froze. Hell, I'll bet even those damned hiding cuccos froze!! EVERYONE froze, throwing their gaze toward the creaking entrance to the Windmill.
A grinning, scrawny, hunched man was seen opening the door, squinting towards the rising sun in front of him.
"Wh-Who?! How?!!!"
I was utterly dumbfounded. It'd been years since that weird Windmill guy had stepped outside.
Hell, here's someone new!! Someone else to pester...
"Sir, have you any time? My cuccos have run away, and I can't get them myself because I have allergies... touching them gives me goose bumps... heehe... so, sir, could you round them up for me? I'll give you something good, made of fine glass, if you help me..." |