Post by blackpaw on Dec 28, 2006 21:54:04 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]just walking away like there never was a stand off Riv said "I never miss a shot with this bow, i missed the weasel three times......"Whoosh the longbow was swept away by the rush of the river. "farewell my trusty friend" a small tear trickled down his face as he repeated the seramonial weapon retirement..... "Oh my gosh ,wot?the general tammo has passed?"came a small voice out of the woods. "I will be back in an hour or so."said Riv. the voice was that of a long patroll hare he walked away from a freshly set grave. it was covered with roses and flowers .to sum it up ,BEAUTIFUL!there purtruding out of the ground was tammos dirk. the thaught of taking it was terrible he could never do such a thing . so he decided to rest a while.while napping martin came to him in a dream. the dreamlike figure stuck the dirk into his belt.when he awoke he was back at the river.in a sudden rush of memmory his eyes darted to his belt and there it was a dirk, no the dirk, no General Tammo's dirk. whipping it out of his belt he gave it a swoosh, flick, spin, and then it dawned on him he was destined for this blade and he mastered it instantly.
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