Thursday, February 11, 2010

Reptrehensible

Thesis seethes inwardly. The smug spell-casters whisked him off Cyclops Island before he could prove his bravery.
Giants! There were giants to pit himself against!
Now instead, he finds himself stooping low to gather shiny rocks. Why is it he feels like a servant rather than a king?
When will he receive the respect he deserves?
Things need to change.
Thingsss need to change ssssoon!

1 comment:

Thes-hiss said...

Hissing like a dormant volcano about to explode :)

I wonder if Thesis can swim 800 miles?