My... (Cat, Cat! How do you spell quest? What? Cat, I don't want to look it up! Oh come on, Cat. I was just having fun with your hair and the ink well! I am a Sprite you know... we are known for being fiends.... Ok, I will never turn your red hair black again. yes, I promise.) My quiz was scary and grand at the same time. ( I don't know why Cat fusses so about word usage. It's really not that hard.)
I had... (Cat! How do you spell traversed? yes, I have the dictionary. Cat... I can't look it up! Why? You want to know why I can't look it up? Sigh. Because, I am sitting on it! Please? Okay)... truncated. (That word looks odd... oh well.) I had truncated all the way to the... (sigh. Cat? What word should I use for big? Yes, I have that silly book with the long name. yes, I am sitting on it.... NO... I can't write and hold the book open at the same time! Cat... the pen is too big, and the book is too heavy... fine I am using my own word!) GINORMOUS Avion tree.
The tree was... (Hey, Cat! That word... please help me Cat! I am sorry I was mean about your burnt... I mean... thick, black, funny tasting potato soup. It was different... but, okay. The word that means old... starts with an "A"...) average. Avion had been standing for three hundred years! I knew that I , Snitchel the grand, would be the one to send this grand tree... (um... Cat? What's the word for falling quickly?) camping (That doesn't sound right...) to the deep moat to be used as a bridge.
What I didn't (uh...) know is that a grand dwarf was there guarding the Avion with ...(if I move, I might be able to find the word that I... oof! Cat! Help! The book closed and I am stuck! Yes, yes, I know you are busy... Cat! Please!? Ok. You are wonderful. I will sell my sword. Yes, yes, I promise. I know, my word is binding. Yes, just please take this off... thank you.) grandness.
(Cat, I want to use different words. NO, I am not being whiny. Yes, I am tired of the word grand. Come on, Cat! I will honor you in my tale... please? OK. Good. You open the page and show me the word I should use. Let's make this sound unbelievably amazing. Your wry humor isn't funny, Cat. I KNOW it's already unbelievable. Ok, let's get started.)
The ginormous, ancient (I thought that other word was weird.) tree had been guarded for centuries by a ferocious (Cat, move your finger after pointing. I can't see! Sorry I yelled. Don't get mat at me. That's an odd expression on your face... anyways. Keep pointing just... don't linger.) ... dwarf.
I, the puny (weird spelling of powerful.) Snitchel, fought an (Cat, which word did you point at? Stop sliding your finger around! You are taking this much too seriously...) useless (unprecedented has a 'p', doesn't it, Cat? Oh, ok... I see the word now...) upheaved battle with this dwarf.
Sliding my... (uh)... illiterate (immense... that's how immense is spelled, Cat?) weapon from it's stank (I thought stationary was longer... Cat? What exactly are you snickering at?) Stinky (That's not much larger) position at my side. I chartered a straight course for his phalanges. (Cat, I was hoping you could be of some assistance. All you are doing is laughing at me.)(By the way, what does phalanges mean? Scientific for what? Fingers?! That's it, Cat! You are confined to clean the kitchen! I am going to find another human... one more capable!) The tree fell after I beat up the mean dwarf. The End.. of this chapter.
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