Pirouette and GarGar were playing cards when Abigail rushed into the room. “Your Majesty!” She cried. “Have you heard the latest?” She was panting with excitement. “Oh, really, Abby! What is it now?” Said GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats. “Quiet, GarGar,” said the Queen. “Let Abigail speak.” In a fit of petulance, GarGar crossedContinue reading “Ragtag Daily Prompt: Spout”