George Griffin did often walk into a bar. Often he stayed too long but today he was on a mission.
Unknown to most people, save his long suffering wife, Iris, George was much more than a griffin in name he was in fact a real griffin.
Along the way through the evolutionary process the griffins had learned how to morph into human form when needed, which in these modern times was a very desirous option to have.
Several times George had taken his griffin image into the streets with the understandable mayhem and chaos that followed.
Despite the open mindedness of the population they really weren’t ready for the sight of the ‘mythical’ griffin wandering the streets and leaning on the counter at either the local McDonald’s nor the front bar at the Star Hotel. As for dive-bombing the ladies bowls afternoons, the less said the better.
In human form George was not a powerful man and majestic was never a word you would apply to him unless you’d been drinking triple shots non-stop for a week.
Neither did he have any treasures or priceless possessions. Unless of course you considered Iris his wife who was a gentle soul who sang operatic arias in the shower each morning and loved George with a passion that could only be described.
Iris wasn’t all that keen about George’s griffin side.
The talons did little for her wardrobe and an evening with George relaxing before bed in his griffin form usually resulted in her clothes being shredded and her whole being emotionally challenged as a griffin was not the most attractive beast on the earth, even though instinctively he thought it was. Of course Iris never wanted to disappoint her man/griffin so often she would go along with his little games, accept the cuts, bruises and scratches he gave her and look forward to the moment when he had had his fill and she could go to the bathroom, bathe her wounds and ready herself for bed.
Tonight was George’s anniversary. His tenth and he had decided to make a night of it despite Iris’ reassurances that it would be ok for him to stay in the pub with his mates for as long as he liked.
No tonight George decided he was going to be a true husband and spend the entire night with his wife. In all his time on the earth, and it was an awful long time, he had never known a woman or anyone like Iris and he was going to make her feel the love he felt every day for his wife. She deserved to be honoured and celebrated he thought and he was just the man/griffin to do it.
Four beers later he made his move to go home. Freddy Myers saw George as a wimp and decided that tonight was going to be his night to sort George out.
Freddy was new in town and desperate to establish himself as a bit of a lad, a man to be wary of, if nothing else the town bully title would have suited him perfectly.
Now if there was one thing the locals knew about George it was to NEVER push him in any way. George may well be a gentle soul but pushed and pushed in a provocative way gave rise to George’s worst side coming out and those who knew him knew what that meant.
Needless to say that night Freddy Myers learned a very valuable life lesson, much to the amusement of the bar crowd and Iris was given a night she never forgot. As she bathed and bandaged her damaged bits she determined that should she survive George until their twentieth wedding anniversary she would do all she could to be on the other side of the world from him.