Woes of a Sullen Servant
“Edwin, do my laundry. Edwin! Fetch me supplies! Edwin, trudge all over the city looking for a man I accidentally turned into a goat!” With a vicious kick, Edwin sent gravel flying in all directions. A group of old ladies in their Sunday best paused to give him a reproving look. Edwin glared at them. He hated this godforsaken century and its fast moving, noisy towns and stuffy people. Forget modern conveniences, he just wanted to get back to ancient Greece. Now if he could just find that thrice-damned goat, maybe his mistress Krisandra could focus on their return spell.