Agat was a wizard.
Not a good wizard, mind you. In fact, he was quite the noob. Long
story short, his super-wizard-teacher, Flabbadoris, had perished in a
magic-related house fire, which burnt his house down along with all
his great works and achievements. How sad. That had cut Agat's
lessons short-- Flab had been a crappy teacher anyway (case in point,
he died in a magic-related house fire).
Agat, yeah that was
name, pronounced A-gat-the-eff-off-my-lawn-stupid-kid,was gassy
today. Probably because that Lysorthian rabbit-shrew hot pocket he
had roasted in the science box last night.
“Eff those
things,” he snorted, grabbing his tummy, which gurgled and groaned
and did its silly little dance. Couldn't have happened on a worse
day. This was the day he would prove himself a true wizard.
No comments:
Post a Comment