Courage looked at the house. Muriel was humming inside, unaware. Eustace was probably napping with his mask on. Neither of them had touched the slab. Neither of them remembered the traveling salesman who’d left it last Tuesday, carved with a curse in a language Courage could read perfectly—because fear, he’d long ago learned, is a universal translator.
“Return the slab,” they hummed, low and dry as a throatful of sand. courage the cowardly dog ramses
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. Courage looked at the house
Then the locusts came. Not buzzing— whispering . Neither of them had touched the slab
Courage’s teeth chattered, but his legs wouldn't run. His eyes climbed the towering figure that now loomed behind the stone: Ramses, king of a dynasty of dread, his gilded beard cracked, his painted eyes weeping black resin. He didn't move so much as unfold —joints creaking like a sarcophagus lid.