King gotta eat...

 

KING GOTTA EAT...

It's another rough times...

  I'm not... like... "old", but I will admit I have a few years under my tail. I've seen my share of death and despair, as well as the good times.

  This is definetaly a rough time!

  Food is scarse and I've smelled the scent of silent death. I've seen its effect before and, I gotta tell ya...

  It isn't pretty!

  My valley is taking the heat this time. I'm blaming the Firey Mountain for this. She roared the Great Roar and Spilled the Great Spill, and the scorching blood be flowing until the Valley be glowing. No more plants. And without plants, no more veggos. No more veggos means no food for me.

  I have to get creative...

  Only now - years later - am I seeing some life breeding again. I must admit, I feel quite happy to meet my old pals, the Trikes. Don Trikeodorae is to veggos what I am to meatos. He be ruling the pastures at Crater Lake this year. I am paying him a visit. I wanna make him an offer he can't refuse..

 

One cow.

Then I move on.

 

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  He took it pretty well... Don Dorae is a reasonable veggo. He's as old as me. Probably even older. He knows the ways of the Valley. His herd will be alright. One less cow. They'll recover. She'll last me a while.

  But I smell potential trouble... The raptor kind...

  I am a fair king... If they follow the rules of my valley, I'll let 'em be.

  If not...