The BarfQuestion blindly pranced into the nearest forest, as this is where all true adventures begin. The earth was moist like an enormous open head wound, and kept in character by sklitching wetly as he traipsed over it.
Trying to stay focused as toadstools idly gossiped about soup and being rubbery, he suddenly came to a halt as a shadow in the far distance stirred skittishly.
Alas, an ancient forest spirit! Even the young BarfQuestion knew that these mysterious creatures would certainly have to hold all the answers to questions concerning tiny animals. The forest spirit, finally noticing the intruder stopped, and spastically jerked it's head back towards the inquiring BarfQuestion.
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