I was at my grandma's house, and she had this new sink drainer. Amazingly, it didn't snag her fingers anymore, and I came up with this! Sorry for any spelling/grammar mistakes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ranger's Apprentice.
Halt settled down in his big comfy chair. He was making Will do the dishes, and he was loving every second of it.
Will, on the other hand, was decidedly not enjoying it. In fact, he was learning to loathe washing dishes.
Will finished the dishes and started to wipe them dry. He stacked them neatly in the cupboards and sighed. Will started to walk back to the smaller and less comfy chair opposite Halt's.
"Well, would you look at that? The water isn't draining out of the sink. What will we do?" Halt mused.
Will groaned. 'We' almost always meant 'you.'
Will padded slowly over to the sink again and reached down into the grimy, gray water. He felt around on the bottom and, "OUCH!"
"What?" Halt asked, looking up peevishly from his book.
Will held up his bloody fingers. "The Sink Drainer of DEATH, DESTRUCTION, and DOOM got me!" Will cried.
Twenty minutes later, Dr. Howard was bandaging Will's fingers. "How did you do this, young Will?"
"The Sink Drainer of DEATH, DESTRUCTION, and DOOM got him." Halt replied smugly.
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