The quest

One fine day when I let the chickens roam the yard, Edna the Modern Game bantam disappeared. When I rattled the treat dish, the signal that lures them back to the pen, she did not come. Had she flown over the fence, never to be seen again, like Zora? I hadn't heard a disturbance in the yard. I waited. An hour later when I shook the dish again, she emerged from the bushes making cranky squeaky noises, like a mom awakened too early saying, "Will you kids pipe down?"

I knew what she'd been up to. After locking the chickens in the pen, it was time to let out the hunting dogs.

Intrepid hound #1 didn't quite catch the idea of coursing through the undergrowth.

 

After the Mistress of Hounds (I've been reading English novels) cries, "Find it!" fearless hound #2 goes on the alert, listening for the faintest rustle in the wild wood.

Possibly in here.

A little deeper.

Boldly breaching the bushes with no thought of menacing wild boars.

 

 

 

Is the prize somewhere in the jungle? We're moving freely around the world from King Arthur's Britain (wild boars) to the jungles of Borneo where orangutans hide. It's an epic quest, worthy of post 500.

Ah ha!

 

 

 

The great hunter finds and consumes his prey. And totally blocks the camera.

 

The author hides one egg in plain sight for Alanis but has to remove it before Miro gets it. Most epic quests end with having to pick up the toys and put them away.