For some reason I thought that Whisperer, was the name of our hero's steed. But I guess the name is Trusty, (sigh).

This reminds me of a short story.

Seems that there was this kight in the days of old. A brave hearted knight, but he only stood 3'2. Rather short even in the old days. They just could not find a sutiable mount for Sir Shorty, so they saddled up the Kings St. Banard, Trixie, and sent them out to do good deeds.

Sir Shorty hadn't been on the road a week, living rough, when a terable storm hit the land. It rained, it hailed (no one answered the hail.) it snowed, it sleeted, and the wind blew, and it was very cold too.

Sir Shorty, was out when he found an Inn. So he pushed the door open and came from out to in. (Yes, and Trixie too.)

Huge puddles of mud, snow, water, and all such muck fell upon the Inn's floor. The Innkeeper said, "I'm sorry but we are full up, every room is being used."

Sir Shorty, looked at the Innkeeper with sad eyes, Trixie looked with even sadder eyes, and drool.

"Aw, what to heck, I just can't send a knight out on a dog like that."

-Fadac