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Hunger foremost in your mind, you lumber back downstairs. After all, you reason, That gold could be hidden anywhere. I'll need to keep my strength up.
Some fifteen minutes later, panting heavily, you reach the back of the castle, where you remember the encyclopedia said the kitchens would be. You waddle through the door ...
... and stop dead in your tracks. Before you lies an entire kitchen's worth of delicious food, all ranged along the counter and ready for devouring. Your hunger overwhelming your good sense, you drag up a heavy chair, plop yourself down, and tuck in.
Some time later, your appetite satisfied, you lean back in the thronelike chair and belch. Around you lie the remains of hams, chickens, and whole suckling piglets, all stripped to the bone by your teeth and the force of your hunger. You feel so heavy and full, you want to go to sleep right where you are. You rub your tightly stuffed belly ...
With a start, the whole situation comes rushing back, and the warm fullness in your gut turns into a sinking feeling. As you look down, you can see that your knees are vanishing beneath the advancing tide of paunch, even as the ripping stitches in your formerly comfortable pants tell the tale of your heavy meal.
"Oh, no ..."
As you prepare to heave yourself from the tight grip of the chair, the leprechaun suddenly appears on the table before you. "Hail King Glutton", he calls with a mocking bow. "I see yer Majesty took some time out from my little quest t'widen his horizons."
Fuming, you throw a chicken bone at him, but miss the mark entirely. "You did this! There can't have been food here before!"
"Aye, 't'is so", he sighs. "I simply couldn't stand t'see ye waste away t' nothin', so I was kind enough t'conjure up the feast. But", he grins, "th' appetite was all thine. With determination such as that, ye'll be nobbut a poor belly-slave all yer days."
"Right", you sneer. "Even though you make this game up and then don't give me any clues?"
"Ye didn't ask f'r any."
You stop, blinking, your mouth opening and shutting. "You ... you mean you'll give me a clue?"
"Aye", the little man responds. "And before ye ask, there's no catch about it. Accordin' t'the rules of the hunt, I have to give such clues as ye ask for."
You're fuming again, thinking of all the time you might've saved with a question or two. "All right", you sigh grumpily. "Twenty Questions it is."
"And an old game at that. First question?"
"Okay", you mutter as you think, "is your gold inside or outside the castle?"
With a nod, the small fey replies ...
Written by Wanderer
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