The Sanity of Professor R. J. Basil
Part Three

The room vibrated with the buzzing. The buzzing was enough to drive anyone mad. But not Basil. Never Basil. Try and tell him otherwise. You can't. Or you won't. Either will sufice. Basil knows it, too. The erratic buzz continued. Where did it start? And more importanty, where does it stop? Basil looked to find the answer. He looked all under and aroung the wolves, but they couldnt say where. This made Basil angry, and he expressed it so as to make all the dwarves fall from their perches, overlooking the ambivalient crevass. The dwarves were a frightful few; Basil was never happy with them, and never mourned their loss. But they were a loss nonetheless, and so they must be counted. One. Two. Three. The Dwarves ascended their way. Four. Five. Six. Buzzing on their way. Seven. Eight. Nine. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Basil stopped, and stared, as he could hardly believe what his eyes portrayed to him. Blink. He looked again. Once more it looked back at him, with iluminating oval orange eyes, glaring back with razor sharp fingers, and toes like ice pics. What ever could this.....thing....want with anyone, or anything? Basil asked it, "Such an abnormality of creation, who doth thou seekith, and may I be of assistance?" Such a well played card by Basil, so thought out and manipulated, and executed beyond perfection, was met only by the whip-bang og the creature as it lurched forward is snappy reply, "Do what thou will" Basil was dumbfounded. What could he say or do that could outmatch such an obvious extreme of intelectual ability? He would have collapsed, had not the dwarves been there to remind him of his intention, so he decided to forget the horrid beast and continue his counting, for it was almost sunrise beyond the Hill of Obsolecense.

Contents

- Maori Myths & Legends

- For the Glory of Rome
- The Sanity of Professor R.J. Basil Part One, Two, Three
- The Trials of Archibald Henderson of Windsor

- Convergere

- Other