Larry Grotter and the Half-Inch Wand
Chapter 4
“Well heddo ther Larry, dou duh only perdon here dis der?”
“Hey Sackrig, there’s a lot of dead bodies in the train for your hipolumps to eat. I think perhaps Lord Fartalot took a surprise attack.”
Larry grinned up at his personal slave, Sackrig the gamekeeper. Sackrig was quickly turning blue; he took a gasp of air and managed to squeeze out a sentence in one breath;
“YousmellawfulthistermLarry.”
And then he promptly died of suffocation; such as a fish suffocates as you take it out of the water, or a koala drowns if you hold it under the water.
Larry looked around sadly, then suddenly he got an awful whiff. He grabbed his half inch wand as behind him a hooded creature emerged from the shadows of the train. (They were not actual shadows, because it was still sunny; still it sounds better.)
“Muahahahaa!” Larry let out an evil laugh and dived at the figure.
“Larry get offa me! You’re killing me...aarggh.”
As Larry kicked the dead figure (his perfect way for checking if they are dead or not) he pulled the hood off the creatures face and realised it was Sir Fungusgrow.
“Oh no! I’ve killed my only friend left”
And Larry promptly broke down wailing into a puddle on the floor.
“Hey Sackrig, there’s a lot of dead bodies in the train for your hipolumps to eat. I think perhaps Lord Fartalot took a surprise attack.”
Larry grinned up at his personal slave, Sackrig the gamekeeper. Sackrig was quickly turning blue; he took a gasp of air and managed to squeeze out a sentence in one breath;
“YousmellawfulthistermLarry.”
And then he promptly died of suffocation; such as a fish suffocates as you take it out of the water, or a koala drowns if you hold it under the water.
Larry looked around sadly, then suddenly he got an awful whiff. He grabbed his half inch wand as behind him a hooded creature emerged from the shadows of the train. (They were not actual shadows, because it was still sunny; still it sounds better.)
“Muahahahaa!” Larry let out an evil laugh and dived at the figure.
“Larry get offa me! You’re killing me...aarggh.”
As Larry kicked the dead figure (his perfect way for checking if they are dead or not) he pulled the hood off the creatures face and realised it was Sir Fungusgrow.
“Oh no! I’ve killed my only friend left”
And Larry promptly broke down wailing into a puddle on the floor.