Who Is Mistral Dawn?

Mistral Dawn is a thirty-something gal who has lived on both coasts of the US but somehow never in the middle. She currently resides in the Southeast US with her kitty cats (please spay or neuter! :-)) where she works as a hospital drudge and attends graduate school. Taken By The Huntsman is her first effort at writing fiction and if it is well received she has ideas for several more novels and short-stories in this series. Please feel free to visit her on FaceBook or drop her a line at mistralkdawn@gmail.com

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 918


Hey Everyone! :-)

Agent Thoth discusses more of the trials and tribulations associated with living with hominids. Incidentally, if you've missed Agent Thoth's earlier entries, you can find them here: Thoth's Journal


Department for the Preservation and Confirmation of Intelligent Life (DPCIL)
Agent Thoth's Personal Log

Day Nine-Hundred-Eighteen:
My hominid-servant has finally desisted in her efforts to smother me with toxic fumes. Though my efforts to dissuade her proved ineffective, the juvenile felid and the canid's combined tactics proved to be more successful.

My young companion devised a way to knock the wax towers from their perches through the simple expedient of flinging himself through space from the nearest access point and colliding with the cylinders on their perches. This resulted in the little idiot bashing himself repeatedly against the walls of my domicile, however it also served to snuff the noxious smells as the wax smothered the wicks when the cylinders fell from their pedestals.

Despite the fact that the fire was invariably snuffed before the cylinders reached the floor, my hominid-servant couldn't resist a display of histrionics over the possibility that my young compatriot's actions might have resulted in a conflagration within my domicile. Though, to be fair, hominids are often given to behaving in overly dramatic ways, so this was to be expected.

The canid's tactics were even more effective, though less direct. He simply placed himself below one of the lit towers and produced excessively loud vocalizations until my hominid-servant gave in and doused the evil vapors in order to restore peace. Of course, this resulted in my own ears being temporarily assaulted, but I can't argue with the results. And a brief auditory disturbance is far preferable to a slow death from asphyxiation. Considering the efficacy of combining the ingenuity of the two other non-hominid occupants of my domicile, in the future I will have to consider engaging their interests in other challenges I encounter.


It's always nice when others help you solve your problems. ;-) You may have noticed that Agent Thoth has a new look. I hope you like his new picture as much as I do, but I'd love to hear your thoughts, either way. Feel free to let me know what you think in the comments. ;-) Happy reading, everyone!




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