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Nutty the Slightly Unstable Dwarf |
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A drabble
By Gumnut
Oct 2003
The scars were old, the skin was dry, and the eyes grew dim.
But the spark remained.
He did not fade away, age crumbling his mind.
No, he fought.
He grumbled, he complained, he whinged, and he whined.
Life would not take him easily.
But occasionally you would catch him softly smiling into the fire, memories dancing in his head.
And he would return to a time where a team stood waiting.
Ready to follow, ready to lead.
Ready to welcome a tired old Colonel home.
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FIN
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