| The Tax Beast set out early one morning down the road from Meridell, his sack slung over one shoulder and a spring in his heavy step. He was in a good mood, because today was a collecting day.
All around him the Meridell farmers were already hard at work in their fields, digging up turnips and tending their crops the honest way. The Tax Beast never understood the point of that. Far off in Brightvale, he knew, the scholars were busy studying their books late into the night, hoping to earn a little fame and honour for themselves. He didn't understand that either. Why work so hard for your money when it was so much easier to simply knock on someone's door and take theirs? That had always seemed to him the smartest way to live.
The funny thing was, people seemed to like him for it. During the Festival of Fears, young Yurbles would dress up in green fur and little horns to look just like him, giggling as they went door to door. Some Neopians called him a pest. Some even called him a parasite, no better than the worst petpetpet. The Tax Beast didn't mind. He was big, he was powerful, and he always got paid.
"Somebody big today," he said to himself, giving his empty sack a shake. "Somebody with plenty to spare."
The first name that came to mind was Fyora, the former Faerie Queen, tucked away in her Hidden Tower. She was sure to have the most of anyone. But after a moment's thought, the Tax Beast shook his head and changed his mind.
No. Not the Hidden Tower. He turned instead toward the humble little stall of the Soup Faerie, and grinned to himself as he thought... |
Author: schneiderdornroschen
Date: Aug 17th
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“New Soup Kitchen donations, need tax!” resounded wisely in his head. Laughing to himself, he trotted towards Neopia Central, where many shopkeepers quickly closed their doors and shut their curtains, appearing to be absent. But today, the Tax Beast was not coming for them, and a collective sigh of relief was let out. Instead, the Tax Beast made a beeline towards the smell of soup coming from a little cauldron-shaped house in the marketplace. He breathed in, and knocked on the door.
The Soup Faerie opened up the door and kindly welcomed the Tax Beast in: “Come in, poor creature, come in, I will provide.” Never before had the Tax Beast felt such warmth, both from the Soup Faerie as well as from the soup on the stove. He accepted her invitation and carefully stepped inside. Before he could talk, the Soup Faerie assessed her guest: “You seem down on your luck. That sack of yours is completely empty. Be sure to eat up well, a guy like you needs a good meal.”
Before the Tax Beast could even say a word, he was handed a bowl of soup. Not wanting to be rude, he dove in immediately. The Soup Faerie sat down with him. “You must be very hungry. How did you end up in this situation? How else can I help you?” The Tax Beast slurped up the rest of his soup and answered…
| Author: hoi_ik_ben_wouter Date: Aug 18th |