Bromford and Meerkat …

 

"Night gathers, and now my watch begins. It shall not end until my death. I shall take no wife, hold no lands, father no children. I shall wear no crowns and win no glory. I shall live and die at my post. I am the sword in the darkness. I am the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light that brings the dawn, the horn that wakes the sleepers, the shield that guards the realms of men. I pledge my life and honor to the Night's Watch, for this night and all the nights to come."

The llama looks confused.

»What is it with you again, dude? Why are you reciting poems or something like that? A poem that doesn't even rhyme? Really?«

Kneeling on my hind-legs, upper body erect, I turn my head quickly from side to side. Always alert, always on the lookout.

»I am on watch«, I say, »with my new friend, Meer, the Kat. Always alert, always on the lookout. All for the greater good of the colony.«

The meerkat's head also turns from side to side. Erect on its' hind legs it seems to be kind of nervous.

»I prefer the term pack instead of colony«, the meerkat whispers. »My pack is one of thirty individuals. To be honest, this pack here is too small for my taste. What is it? A human, a llama and me? A pack of three. Way to small.«

»It would be just the two of us«, I say. »The llama will move out sooner or later once you became my new animal companion.«

»A pack of two individuals?« The meerkat is outraged. »Way too small. Sorry, not with me. If you like call it a colony or a club. And what was that talk about not taking wives and not fathering children? Sorry, I am out. I have to decline your offer.«

And very quickly and on all four legs the little mongoose is leaving the penthouse above the fifteenth floor of the apartment building on 666 Whitaker Lane in Bromford, the friendly town by the bay and seaside.

»Hakuna matata, dude«, the llama sighs. »Keep your head up, my warthog-friend. Why don't you just finally give it up? You have already got the bestest animal companion you can have, dude.«

»August is a heavy month«, I say very deeply.

»And seemingly never ending«, the llama adds.

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Today is Saturday, the 30th of August, 2025.