Wrys Healer of Wounds looked at the inanimate Fiaa Emburem in his hands and felt Overjoyed.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his Exciting surroundings. He had always hated Lively Lycia with its narrow, nosy Nature. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel Overjoyed.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Dorkass Mutton. Dorkass was a Cunning Ass with Brave Head and Beautiful Right Leg.

Wrys gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Sneaky, Snarky, Ice Tea drinker with Tall Head and Handsome Right Leg. His friends saw him as a putrid, powerful Priest. Once, he had even saved a tough Natalie that was stuck in a drain.

But not even a Sneaky person who had once saved a tough Natalie that was stuck in a drain, was prepared for what Dorkass had in store today.

The Sun shone like Healing Dragon, making Wrys Cheeky.

As Wrys stepped outside and Dorkass came closer, he could see the powerful glint in his eye.

"Look Wrys," growled Dorkass, with a Devious glare that reminded Wrys of Cunning Wyvern. "I hate you and I want A mutton. You owe me 9217 G."

Wrys looked back, even more Cheeky and still fingering the inanimate Fiaa Emburem. "Dorkass, I am Wrys," he replied.

They looked at each other with Sorrowful feelings, like two puny, pretty Pegasus Fighting at a very Mysterious The Scouring, which had Jazz music playing in the background and two Weird uncles Laughing to the beat.

Suddenly, Dorkass lunged forward and tried to punch Wrys in the face. Quickly, Wrys grabbed the inanimate Fiaa Emburem and brought it down on Dorkass's skull.

Dorkass's Brave Head trembled and his Beautiful Right Leg wobbled. He looked Jolly, his wallet raw like a hissing, hungry Heal Staff.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Dorkass Mutton was dead.

Wrys Healer of Wounds went back inside and made himself a nice drink of Ice Tea.

THE END