Uncle Bramboe was a tired old thing, not only because he was an uncle -horrible experiences really! Don't recomend becoming one!- but also because of his many adventures all around the country of Angelalaland. There he slew many dragoons, golems, and every sort of Gomai creatures: Lalands, teachers, generals, kings, leaders, slaves, peasants, and slave traders. Oh! Don't forget that he also killed many poon creatures. For their hides, meat, and feet. When you ground up their beaks, it would give you powers of flight and levitation. But only for a few hours. Uncle Bramboe was awoken by the sounds of his sidekick, Lightning Larry and his best friend, Peddlar Polly, screaming at each other, having their usual daily argument. "So much for a peaceful, quiet nap!" Uncle Bramboe thought in his bed as he gazed silently at the ceiling. That was when he overheard the peculiar conversation going on downstairs. "Why would somebody send Uncle Bramboe a death sentence?" Lightning Larry asked. "Well maybe for a few reasons. Reason 1: All he does is lie in bed all day. Reason 2: He never agrees with my plans to go back to Taletown, and get more stories, Reason 3: HE GOT THIS DEATH SENTENCE, SO HE HAD TO HAVE DONE SOMETHING HORRID!!!" Countered Polly, as she meaningfully stalked around the room. At that point, Uncle Bramboe was so humiliated, he practically flew off his bed upstairs, and rolled down the staircase, to the room where the two friends were arguing. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? LET'S GO FIND OUT WHERE THIS STUPID LETTER IS FROM NOW AND BRUTALLY MURDER THEM FOR THIS!!! NOW!"
And so began the Tale of Uncle Bramboe and the Container of Richard Du. TO BE CONTINUED.......
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Uncle Bramboe and the container of Richard Du
Short StoryThis story follows a magician, Uncle Bramboe, and his two acquaintances Peddler Polly, and Lightning Larry, as they fight their way through Gummy jungles, Lush, multicoloured Ikea Play Parks, and finally, ending their epic valiant quest in Camel Lot...
