“Return the slab,” they hummed, low and dry as a throatful of sand.
He screamed. Ran in a tiny circle. Then, trembling whisker by whisker, he marched past the locusts, past the decaying god, and snatched the slab from the yard. He dragged it toward the road, nails squeaking on stone, while Ramses watched with eyes older than Egypt. courage the cowardly dog ramses
Because courage isn't the absence of fear. It’s being terrified of a two-ton undead pharaoh and still returning the slab. “Return the slab,” they hummed, low and dry
Here’s a short piece inspired by Courage the Cowardly Dog and the character (from the episode “King Ramses’ Curse” ): The slab stood where the mailbox should have been. “Return the slab
The slab vanished into a waiting sandstorm.