Sweet MYTH-tery of Life by Robert Asprin

“That’s fine, except Bunny’s been doing most of the heavy financial work for M.Y.T.H. Inc.,” I grimaced. “I only wish she were here now.”

“She is,” Aahz exclaimed, clicking his fingers. “That’s the other reason I was looking for you.”

“Really? Where is she?”

“Waiting in your room. I wasn’t sure what kind of sleeping arrangements you wanted set up.”

One of the changes from my previous stay at the palace was that instead of sharing a room with Aahz, I had a room of my own. It’s a tribute to how worried I was, however, that the implications of what he said went right over my head.

“Same as always,” I said. “See if we can find a room for her that’s at least in the same wing of the palace as ours, though.”

“If you say so,” Aahz shrugged. “Anyway, we’d better get going. She seemed real anxious to see you.”

I only listened to this last with half an ear, as something else had momentarily caught my attention.

I had turned away from Aahz to give Gleep one last pat before we left, and for the barest fraction of a second saw something I had never noticed before. He was listening to us!

Now, as I noted earlier, I’ve always maintained that Gleep was bright, but as I turned, I had a fleeting impression of intelligence in his expression. To clarify, there is a difference between “bright” and “intelligent.”

“Bright,” as I’d always applied it to my pet, means that he is alert and quick to learn. “Intelligent,” on the other hand, goes beyond “monkey see, monkey do” tricks, all the way to “independent thought.”