On Tuesday, I feared the beast was dying. The Knights of the Coffee Table did not intend to kill or even harm the beast. We simply wanted to wrestle it into submission in a new home. But alas, the colossal heart that pumps warm liquid through her massive veins gave out. These beasts are known for having multiple hearts, sometimes up to four. In this case, the beast wasn’t that large and only had two: the main heart that gave out on transport and the small heart that sustained her through the trauma of the move. But the other day, the small heart also gave out. No more liquid pumps through her veins; she sits quietly as though in a comma. Luckily, their metabolism is slow, and at this time of year, they can hibernate with no heart rate for some time without serious consequences, but when the liquid goes green…it is a hard road back.
This is beyond the skill of the Knights. We are helpless and, as usual…somewhat hopeless. Field surgeons have been called, and a major rebuilding of the main heart is in the works. The circulating heart is set to be replaced, but the defibrillator didn’t work. With any luck, the recovery will be quick, or the death painless. The surgeons have given much hope, and the Knights wait patiently. Tomorrow I am off on a new quest down under. I return in a fortnight and will tell you of the beast’s progress.