6549082.89657.68839479203% of light x sound2 -1945° years later...
Sven was walking down the beach with his best friend Kendra when he saw a mysterious figure eating bread. Unable to resist the pull of the mystical bread, he reached over to the figure and took a small piece of the bead said figure had laid on a moist towel.
Suddenly, the figure jumped up and snatched the bread back
"Oh My Bread Gawd, that's the Bread God," said Kendra.
Fae was furious. This mortal had dared take faer bread. He would pay.
"You with the yellow hair! WHat is you're name?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?????!!!!!" The Bread God Demanded (fae had bad grammar when fae got angry).
"Sven," said Sven. Sven was a good name. It had potential.
"Sven, you shall come to work for me under the ocean with your yellow hair, and I will grant you fish scales like the fishes to help you breathe. I am lonely because I am alone and really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really old. I also like your hair. It's great."
Kendra stood up. "I want to go as well," she declared in that annoying, bothersome, irritating, agitating, displeasing, not-yellow haired way of hers.
The Bread God sighed, but fae knew that fae could just make Kendra make more bread for faers subjects. She also had to be purified, or else she would be banished to a place with no yellow hair *shudder*, and she would be far away from faer and Sven then.
Guduungksh sat astride faer llamacorn and rode into the shee. The shnakes and shnooks swarming around faer.
Sven gasped as they neared the dampness of the watery fire.
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Bread God
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