Sean walked along the beach, listening to the sound of the waves crashing on the shore. He stooped to pick up a particularly nice sea shell and heard a plaintive noise over the rise. Thinking there might be a child lost or something he walked over, only to see a green lizard-like thing laying on the ground and moaning. On it's back it kicked it's legs, wailing louder.
"Ther, ther little one. Tis a'right, yuir okay." Sean said as he walked over and carefully set it up on it's stomach.
It stood still for a minute, then blinked and looked around. Sean gaped.
It was the strangest looking thing he had ever seen. The body was about the size of a ripe watermelon, the head half as big. Sea foam green, leathery skin was almost see through, the red veins snaking through his body. The long rubbery neck craned around to look at the Irishman, eyeing him with big black eyes. Spineless wings flapped slightly as it got the rest of the sand off it's body, and a long, pink, forked tongue snaked out of it's mouth. It had two short legs in the middle of it's body, and a long tail with a red arrowhead on the end. A small sac nestled in the valley between the arrowhead and tail itself, reminding Sean of poison. It's mouth opened, showing sharp teeth, and it spoke.
"Thanks." It said in a parrot-like voice.
"Uh . . . yuir welcome."
"I'm hungry. Let's eat." it "smiled" at him, lolling it's tongue out.
"What in the world--?"
"No, in the dimensions. Not from this world, not me, nope. I'm lost." It said sadly, giving him puppy eyes.
"A'm sorry." Sean said, somehow strangly attracted to this beasty.
"'s okay. Let's eat!" It flew up onto his shoulder, where it perched happily.
"Uh, A'm afraid A cannae take ye home, lad."
"HOME!" It squawked loudly.
"Nae, ye cannae go wit' me."
"HOME!" It squawked again.
"Ye dinnae understand, ther's a bad woman ther and yui'll git hurt."
"Baaaaaad woman! BAD! What's bad?" It asked quietly.
"Bad is wher ye do somethin' ye shouldnae an' so ye get in trouble."
"TROUBLE!! KNOW THAT! GET IN TROUBLE!!"
"Shhhh!" Sean looked around, not wanting the little thing to attract attention. It didn't need to end up in a zoo someplace.
"Bad people in trouble! {SQUAWK!} TROUBLE!"
"Would ye be quiet?!" Sean snapped.
It hung it's head. "Sorry. {squawk}."
"Tis a'right lad, jist be quiet!"
"I'll be silent as a cow!" It whispered.
"Good."
"HOME!" It shouted.
Sean jumped. "Look, A'll take ye home, but ye've got tae be quiet! Understand?"
"quiet. understand. shhhh." It whispered.
"Good." Sean breathed a sigh of relief and, against his better judgment, took it back to the room.
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Hearing the door open Emma went to turn around, holding a new dress up. "Sean, what--in the world do you have on your shoulder?!"
"I'm a N'Gari Eater! {Squawk!}"
"Really. Sean, what is that?"
"A guess tis a N'Gari Eater, lass." He shrugged, putting it on the bed and walking to the kitchen.
Emma eyed him. "No, really. What is it."
The thing walk right up to her, flapped it's wings until it hovered at her level and spoke right into her face. "I'm. A. N'Gari. Eater." It said quietly. "Now, SHHHHH!!!!!!!!" And with that it dropped back onto the bed. "we have to be quiet," it whispered.
"SEAN! What is this thing?!" Emma screeched.
"I SAID WE'VE GOTTA BE QUIET!M/B>" It shouted loudly, flapping it's wings with the effort.
"Shush, both o' ye. Emma, he's a N'Gari Eater and A'm keepin' him." Sean said as he put down a sandwich in front of the thing, trying to spite Frost.
"There is absolutely no way you are keeping it here."
Sean just smiled at her.
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The phone rang again. And again. And again. N'Gari looked up from his bed, wondering if he was going to have to get it. They weren't here and he had seen them work it enough . . .
He flew up to the nightstand and looked at the thing. "Hello?" he said.
It rang again.
"What?"
It rang again.
"WHAT?!"
It rang again.
Maybe picking it up had something to do with it . . . Using his mouth he pulled it off the base and dropped it on the floor. "Hello?" He shouted into it.
"Sean? Is that ye Sean? Ye soond turrible!"
"This isn't Sean. He's out."
"Oh. Who is this, may A ask?"
N'Gari was baffled. This was him of course!
"It's me!"
"Emma?" Moira asked after a minute.
"No, N'Gari."
"...oh. Could ye tell me whur Sean Cassidy is?"
"He's out with Emma."
"Really? A guessed that mooch. C'n ye tell me when he'll be back?"
"Yeah." N'Gari nodded his long neck.
"Well when?" Moira was quickly loosing her patience.
"Later."
".... Jist tell 'im A called, will ye?"
"Yup." He heard the phone click and put it back on the receiver, then settled down for his nap.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "SEAN CASSIDY!!!!! THERE'S N'GARI EATER $#!+ ON MY BED!" Emma screeched.
N'Gari hid.
"N'GARI!" Sean called, looking everywhere for him. "Wher are ye? We talked aboot wher ye were nae supposed tae go ta th' bathroom!" Finding the thing under the bed he pulled it out, lifted him up and looked him in the eye. "Noo ye have tae stay in th' bathroom f'r ten minutes."
"NO!" It wailed sadly.
"Aye, that's yuir punishment!"
"NO PUNISHMENT!"
"Aye, punishment." He put the thing in the bathroom, then shut the door. "A'll git ye in ten minutes."
Eleven minutes later N'Gari was curled around Sean's neck, cooing up a storm. Suddenly it occurred to him that Sean was bad to do that. Pulling back he flew across the room, sitting on the dresser.
"Not going to tell you who called today," he said smugly.
"What?! N'Gari, speak up. Who called?"
"Not telling. Punishment," he crowed happily.
"N'Gari, that's nae funny. Tell me now."
"No. Punishment."
"For what?!"
"For punishing me. Baaaaaad Sean! Punishment!"
"Well now, he certainly got that concept down, didn't he?" Emma smirked.
"Didnae start wit' me woman . . . And as fer ye, N'Gari, iffin ye don't tell me who called, A'll put ye back in the bathroom fer another ten minutes!"
N'Gari smiled and flew up to the ceiling before dive-bombing the portable phone and taking it up with him.
"N'GARI! JIST WIT' DI' YE THINK YUIR DOIN'!?"
"Punishment!" Smiling, he turned the phone over, turned it on, and pushed "redial."
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"Mactaggert Research facility, how may A help ye?" Moira asked while punching numbers on the computer.
"This is N'Gari, I just thought you should know that Sean and Emma were busy this afternoon."
Moira stopped. "Wit di' ye mean, busy?" She asked, praying he didn't mean what it sounded like he did.
"I'm too good to say." N'Gari gave his lopsided smiled as he dodged another missile. He grinned and mouthed the word, "punishment."
"N'GARI! YE GIT DOON HERE RIGHT NOW! MOIRA, TIS NAE TRUE!!!!!" Sean screamed futility.
"Wow, I think she want's to talk to you!" N'Gari dropped the phone on Sean and flew into the kitchen, hiding in the cupboards. "PUNISHMENT!"
"N'Gari, so help me A'll-- No, Moira, t'was nothin' like that! Moira, please!"
Emma smiled. This was too good. Maybe having N'Gari around wasn't so bad. "Seeaaaaannnnn daaarrrrling, come back to bed, dear!" She called out, watching with growing glee as Sean's face went white.
Eighteen days left . . .
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