Once upon a time there was a girl. Her name was Bree. I’m not going to go into any details about her, just that she had this really bad temper. Okay, maybe I will...a little. She was extremely skilled with the bow, and she was the daughter of the King’s brother. She lived in a land called Calmor, but that isn’t important in this story.

Well, one day, Bree was walking through the forest near her father’s manor, when she came upon an interesting-looking creature. The creature looked something like a horned toad and komodo dragon. She stopped in her tracks. “Hoe-lee asparagus!” Bree exclaimed. The creature, apparently, could speak. It said to her: “Greetings, Girl-With-A-Really-Bad-Temper. Have been sent to you by the Great Big Wizard of the Unusually Purple Mountains of the North. The reason? Well, I am here to teach you a leetle lesson about anger. Now, come. Follow me.” When he had finished speaking, Bree, who happened to be in her very worstest mood at the moment because her beloved rosewood bow had been chewed on by an old man passing by her house that morning, scowled at the creature. “You fat dingo!” she roared at it. “Get out of my forest or I’ll give you a taste of my steel arrow tip!” She took out her bow (the one with the embroidered handle) and shot an arrow through the interesting-looking creature’s interesting-looking body, blood splattering everywhere. Magically, the blood increased and drowned the whole world. The End.