Tigerlily and the Tankard of Wine

Tigerlily plays a trick on Terrence the Dwelf

"You don't mean that." Tigerlily interrupted the massive Dwelf sitting on the table, as if on a chair, with his big feet flat on the floor.

"I do mean that." He said readily.

"You can lift your foot over your head?" The catgirl asked skeptically. "I don't think you can do that. You're too big."

"Can you do it?" He asked. You used to be a cat. You should be able to do it."

"Of course I can do it." She said, her orange and white cat ears twitching with irritation. Her similar colored tail swishes from side to side.

Terrence the massively built Dwelf lifted his right leg and held it so that the giant boot was above his Green colored hair.

"See," he said holding the position. I am as strong as an eight-foot-tall Dwarf and as agile as my mother the Elf."

"Yeah. Can you hold it with your eyes closed?" she asked. Her brilliant green eyes sparkled mischievously.

Terrence frowned. "Easy as a Wazzle." And closed his volcanic blue eyes.

Quickly as a striking snake, Tigerlily grabbed his huge tankard of wine and began to drain it with gusto. Nervously, every patron laughed.

The tall, muscular Terrence flashed his dark eyes open and saw what the levity was. He roared with wrath, but it was too late.

The huge tankard dropped to the plank flooring with a clatter, and the flash of a long orange and white cat's tail was disappearing out the front double doors.

Terrence began to laugh ruefully. After all she had once been a curious orange tabby. He called mightily for a refill.