Michael was relieved to hear that everything was all right with Raphael, even thoght the other's voice did sound a bit strange. Then, however, he blinked in surprise. Tell a story to Raphael? Well, that was certainly an unexpected request. But, he'd do whatever it took to make Raphael more comfortable.
He went through his memory for some appropriate story. For a moment he couldn't remember any -- well, any that would have suited Raphael's tastes, anyway. Most of the stories he knew were about battles and warriors -- he couldn't help being what he was, after all -- and he somehow didn't think Raphael would much like those.
Wait a minute. There was this one story he'd heard once somewhere on Earth. There was a definite threat of violence, but none was actually committed, and the hero of the story became a doctor in the end so...
"Well, once upon a time, there were a poor woodcutter and his son," he started. "And one day, they went to the woods to get some wood to sell, because they needed the money. The boy wanted to help his father, so the woodcutter borrowed another axe from his neighbour."
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He went through his memory for some appropriate story. For a moment he couldn't remember any -- well, any that would have suited Raphael's tastes, anyway. Most of the stories he knew were about battles and warriors -- he couldn't help being what he was, after all -- and he somehow didn't think Raphael would much like those.
Wait a minute. There was this one story he'd heard once somewhere on Earth. There was a definite threat of violence, but none was actually committed, and the hero of the story became a doctor in the end so...
"Well, once upon a time, there were a poor woodcutter and his son," he started. "And one day, they went to the woods to get some wood to sell, because they needed the money. The boy wanted to help his father, so the woodcutter borrowed another axe from his neighbour."