Writing Is Like A Sport. If You

The First Time Calypso Came To Check On [leo], It Was To Complain About The Noise. “smoke And Fire,” She Said. “clanging On Metal All Day Long. You’re Scaring Away The Birds!” “oh, No, Not The Birds!

Which Meant His Only Assets Were One Whiny Imprisoned Goddess, One Sort-of-girlfriend With A Dagger, And Leo, Who Apparently Thought He Could Defeat The Armies Of Darkness With Breath Mints.

He Had A Crush On A Blueberry Bush Once.

Trantulus Casually Roasted A Marshmallow And Reached Out For It But The Marshmallow Commited Sucide And Dived Into The Flames.

He Nodded Nervously. ‘he Looks Like A Magician. I Hate Magicians. They Usually Have Rabbits.’ I Stared At Him. ‘you’re Scared Of Bunnies?’ ‘blah-hah-hah! They’re Big Bullies. Always Stealing Celery From Defenceless Satyrs.