Evil Sleeps Ssssoundly

Or 'Do Snakes Dream of Scaley Sheep?'

Blisa is sitting by the fire, drawing. It's too cold to be outside! She wishes it would hurry up and snow, though. She hates it when it's cold with no snow! It just seem wrong! Ferdinand is busy darning a sock. It's amazing how skilled this ferret is. Basilisk is laying on the floor, making an almost complete circle around the sofas. It's impossible to tell if he's asleep or not because snakes don't have eyelids!

Scioto has taken a day off, yes he takes a day off once in a while as he needs to have some rest once in a while and more so recently.

Blisa slides out of her chair and walks over ot her father, holding out her picture. "Do you think I should add more red?" It is a drawing of Ferdinand and the fire, showing amazing skill, talent and detail. It is an incredible likeness.

Basilisk hisses softly to himself. He shifts and coils more tightlya round the couch. "Yessss...all...fear...the mighty Basilisssk." He appears to be talking in his sleep. "The ferret will...never ssssee it coming..." A wicked smile spreads upon the voracious and gluttons snake and he chuckles softly in his slumber.

Scioto looks at the drawing and smiles " It looks like a very nice drawing Blisa, you are very talented." He looks over at the snake and rises an eyebrow.

Ferdinand glares at the sleeping snakey, then grins wickedly, sets down his darning, pulls out some paint and a brush, sneaks over, and begins to stealthily paint eyeglasses and a mustachio on the reptiles face. He might add horns, too. Blisa goes to hug her father, thanking him, then she stifles a giggle at what the ferret is doign to the snakey.

Basil continues to snore on, even with his eyes wide open. "Cook the...ferret...make him into cheesssse bunsss." The snake giggles at the feathers touching his scales. "They never...found the bird...no reassson to...sssuspect..."

Scioto rises an eyebrow at the snake and just shakes his head. Sometimes he wonders why he lets the snake even stay here.

Blisa bites her paw to keep from screeching in laughter as Ferdinand steps back, admiring his handiwork. (pawdiwork. Whatever.) Returning to his seat, the ferret hides the painting supplies, picks up his darning, then says very loudly, "What bird?!"

The head of the snake shot strait up. "Bird! What Bird! Bassil eat no bird!" The snake looked about the room through his painted specticals. Little did he know that he had grown horns in his sleep. "What? What issss sssoo funny?"

Blisa sits down laughing, then Ferdinand starts laughing, too, prickign himself with the darning needle in the process. He's still chuckling as he sucks on his now-sore finger.