Lion Head Mesa third

"aah, now, ah ain't keepin' no calendar, but must've been midwinter when the pharaoh let me in..." gucci paused. had it truly been so long?

at what point did he stop hoping to be found?

"but ya say somethin' interestin' - those lands, what're they like? how's things goin' o'er there, minus their pharaoh?"

gucci, intent to keep this conversation long enough to fill time, laid down and crossed his forelegs, tail politely beating.