Gravel In A Blender
Disclaimer: Just a very short one-shot based on "Ski Trip". I don't own American Dragon: Jake Long or any of the characters.
This was it! He couldn't stand it anymore!
Night had always been The Huntsclan leader's least favorite time of day. If any subordinate of his had known that he hated the night, they probably would have guessed it was because it prevented him from doing what he felt was his life's mission.
However, those subordinates could not be farther from the truth.
The real reason for his hatred of the night was because he was not able to sleep. The person to blame was none other than his apprentice, Huntsgirl. She may be a very skilled fighter, but the girl would not allow him to get any sleep. For all her strengths, she had several weaknesses. Her loud snoring was one of them.
As it turned out, Huntsgirl's snoring was so loud that the sound of it could actually be heard through walls. The Huntsman was the unlucky soul that happened to inhabit the room right next to hers.
Growling, The Huntsman lifted his pillow up and put it over his head, trying to drown out the sound of Huntsgirl's unending snores...
No...such...luck...
Even with the pillow over his head, the sound of Huntsgirl's snoring could be heard clearly. Growling with anger, The Huntsman sat up and quickly threw the pillow at the wall. As the pillow hit the floor after bouncing off the wall, The Huntsman sighed to himself as he lied back down on his back.
This was it. First thing in the morning, he would get a new room in the penthouse. Some poor, pathetic soldier could have this room. It wasn't like they would be able to refuse.
All The Huntsman knew was that he had to get away from the sound of his apprentice's snoring. The sound of her snores was enough to send shivers down his spine. It sounded like...gravel in a blender...
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A/N: So, what did you think? I had this idea for a while and I don't think that there has been another story like this. So, I hope you enjoyed. Please review.