Willow had power, there was no denying that. Jurak seemed to be troubled, he furrowed his brow so much that his warts started popping. Ducking the 'residue' from these explosions I made my way over to him. "What is it?" I asked.
"Big words confuse me!"
"Confuse is a fairly big word though right?"
"Oh yeah!"
"Just see the word in your head as you speak it. That will make it easier to read"
"Uhhhh Jurak head hurt! I go sleep for a while"
With that remark he fell over like a tree and started snoring, really, really loudly.
"Can someone help me roll him on his side?" I yelled over the noise.
After 2 hours, some ropes and an intricate pulley system devised by myself we could hear again. Jurak lay sleeping like a baby.
"Maybe we should head out soon." I said turning to Jolie. If we stay here we may be attacked again.
"Willow? Do you think you can find the wizard? Can you feel his power? Try not to attract him yet. I fear we are not ready for him."
"Shall we make plans to go to Jolie's village next daybreak? What say you my friends?"
" Road rage, air rage. Why should I be forced to divide my rage into seperate categories? To me, it's just one big, all-around, everyday rage. I don't have time for distinctions. I'm too busy screaming at people. " -George Carlin
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