A Springtime Encounter

 

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Harold and Brian were bantering in the care-free give and take common among warriors.  Their journey through the spring-time wood was pleasant, the sun was on their faces, and the forest was full of the tweets and twitters of the birds.

Suddenly they were interrupted by a loud achoo from the roadside.  There stood a middle-aged wizard, dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief.

“Sorry to startle you, Gentlemen,” the robed figure said. “I hate this time of year.  It’s the pollen, you know.”

“No worries, Friend,” Harold replied.

“Unfortunately, Gentlemen I will need to relieve you of your money pouches?” the magician said half apologetically.

Over my dead . . .” Brian began reaching for his sword.

There was a sudden zap from the man’s wand, and a toad sat perched on Brian’s saddle where the warrior had been seated only a moment before.

“Now, about those money pouches,” the man said nodding to Harold.

Padre

Saturday Mix – Sound Bite, 13 April 2019

Use these three onomatopoeia are:

• zap
• tweet
• achoo