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, July 3, 2019

#Agent Thoth's #Personal Log: Day 959


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-Fifty-Nine:
I am happy to report that the juvenile felid seems to have finally fully recovered from all of his physical woes. However, the local hominids have once again commenced with igniting small explosive devices for reasons that remain mysterious, and my young companion has not responded well to the resulting cacophony.

The hominids’ bizarre obsession with volatile chemical reactions seems to mainly occur during the portion of the planetary rotation when the part of the planet I am stationed on is turned away from the local star. I can only assume this is due to the darkness creating a more dramatic backdrop for the triggering of incendiary devices. But, since I have yet to decode the part of the hominid psyche that makes them so determined to make pointless noise, I confess this is mere speculation.

For his part, my youthful compatriot has apparently decided discretion is the better part of valor. He has retreated to beneath my hominid-servant’s sleeping platform and created a barricade with the baubles he has collected there between himself and the edge of the platform. Whenever the hominids release another blast, the little idiot hides himself behind his makeshift wall.

My hominid-servant informed me that he is “freaked out” and will return to normal behavior once the noise abates. Personally, I think anyone who is irrational enough to believe a pile of small offerings will protect them from noise is unlikely to be capable of "normal" behavior. Supporting this hypothesis is the fact that, in all the time I have known him, I have yet to observe any behavior that could be described as “normal" from the small pest.


Argh! A pox on noisy hominids! ;-) 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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