Kon, grim as ever, stood watching the scene unfold before him. He could not fathom what the Frisian was doing with the cook. He watched fascinated thinking that it was some new bar ritual that he had not yet experienced. Yet his hunger came back with a vengeance as the smell of the Goose approached him.

The little one appeared carrying the platter of goose and as she stepped on the cat, Kon heard the cook yell,

"DUCK!"

"DUCK????" Kon thought. "Nein!" And, simultaneously he and the Frisian had the same thought,

"GOOOSE!"

And his warrior instincts took over as his (DINNER!) food left the platter. Gracefully and quickly he fast drew his sword, stepping forward he skewered the Goose in mid-air, unfortunately hitting the apparently wooden head of the Frisian with a load THWACK with the pommel of his sword...

The not quite unconscious Frisian fell back on top of the cook, his head buried face down in her ample bosom. Kon was not sure, but he listened grimly, and thought that he heard the Frisian mumbling.

Shaking his head, Kon watched Dallas, as he lumbered over to Kon to assess the damage. Cradling the frightened kitty, Dallas soon had the cat rubbing itself all over Dallas' beard. "Kon! good save!" Dallas said. Kon glared at him grimly.

Dallas looked at the goose (DINNER!) hanging from Kon's sword. He motioned for the wide-eyed little one to bring her platter over. The little one looked as though she would rather be in a pit of snakes than face to face with Kon and Dallas, but she brought her platter and soon the goose was right where it was supposed to be. Well almost.

Kon glared grimly, as Dallas asked, "So Kon, can we eat now?"