The Little Octomaid: Ursula's BeginningTHE LITTLE OCTOMAID: URSULA'S BEGINNINGBy John Paul DoddsUrsula yawned lazily, bathing in both the light of the full moon, and the sheer joy of having escaped the pressures of palace life for a moment. She arched her back, and stretched, her curvy teenage figure outlined against the darkness and her long white hair shining in the moonlight. Her waist tapered away to eight black tentacle that hung down, relaxed, to dip into the water below. There was no-one to see the gentle smile that graced her pretty features.There was a splash nearby, quickly followed by another. Ursula looked up. “Flotsam. Jetsam”, she called out happily. “I wondered where you boy's had got to”. She loved her two friends as much as she loved anyone else. A pair of electric eels, she had found them trapped in an abandoned fisherman's net, close to death. Despite her parent's protests, she had nursed them back to health.