The ship is almost too small for you, as all places are, but you suffer patiently. You are willingly chained, a prisoner by your own choice. The tiny humans only think they captured you; sustenance was growing scarce in the island, and something tells you they are taking you to a richer land to rule.
Maybe you will start by eating the blond female.
.finis.
Brevity is the width of soul.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
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