Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 47

They left the carriage.
The peasants were eating a mystery meat pot-pie when Gornibas politely asked for piece. While he was eating the delicious pie of unknown origin, he looked over at Elizabeth,
"I see that you are interested in that ring of mine Snoogles."
The dog was no where to be seen.
"Um, Gornibas, Snoogles isn't here," said Elizabeth
Gornibas looked at her painfully for several moments before a tear ran down his sickly white pale skin.
"I know, Elizabeth, I know! And how I miss that poodle so!" cried Gornibas in agony and pain, weeping hot tears as he cried in grief and some wondering trumpeters played a mournful tune alongside them.

Elizabeth awkwardly sweated and pulled at her collar, "yeah, uh, I, uh, don't know what happened to Snoogles."
"If you do...just tell me...I would quickly slaughter the man or women who beckoned my dear Snoogles into the great beyond!!!" whimpered Gornibas soflty, "but at least this pie is delicious. It comforts my grief. I only wish I knew what kind of meat this is..."

"...Hey-a! Uh, how about the estate!?" cried Elizabeth, desperate to get off the awkward topic of Snoogles.
"Yes," said Gornibas as he ate the rest of the pie, "allow me to show you around the estate."
Elizabeth looked intently at the ring and the finger. Noticing the nail polish and the dainty sparkles that covered this one finger alone, she suddenly realized that it was not just her ring, but HER finger!

(OP: Ben, March 17 2007)