Anonymous A started this discussion 15 years ago#1,914
The morning was hot. Not hot like Kamparoo, but hot like a waffle cake fresh from the oven. It was a big day in the land of Snork. It was the first Gornswabble day of the new year. Tiparoo stood out his back porch and decided it was the day he should make good on his promise.
He lifted his pistol to his mouth and pulled the trigger. It was the last Gornswabble day Tantaroo, Tiparoo's first born, would ever wake with happy eyes.