Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars (but I wish I did) But I do own this story and I do own this computer and I do own the glowing yellow mushrooms under my bed and the mutated gym socks in my locker and the slab of reindeer meat in my freezer (tastes like chicken).
Jarik: This is my first story so don't criticize it or I'll send my rancor friend Eddie after you (see Weird Days of Jarik Marian and Cor by my sister Marian Blond).
Jarik: Please pardon my basic grammar or I'll have Eddie track you down too (he has the skill of a thousand bloodhounds you know).
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Ch. 1
Location: Reytha
"Now this is what I call hard work," said Jarik Fel, as he finished putting away the machinery he and the others had used to bring in that day's harvest. As he walked toward the house, his older cousin, and best friend, Dack King, joined him. Dack said, "Quite a day wasn't it, Jarik? " Yes, it was," he answered,"and we gathered almost a third more than we did last week." Just then, Jarik heard his mother yell, "Time for dinner!", and he yelled to Dack "Race you to the table," and took off running to the house. Dack just smiled and took off running after him.
When they finally reached the table Jarik said, "Good race, and I think I finally beat you." Dack was about to reply, but was cut off by Mrs. Fel, who said "I don't care who got hear first, but neither of you are going to eat until you both have washed your hands."
15 minutes later after washing hands. Jarik said, "Great food mom." Which was quickly followed by "Ya, great food Auntie," said Dack. Mrs. Fel replied, "Thank you dears." All of a sudden Jarik through his mashed potatoes in Dack's face, which was quickly replied to by Dack's drink landing in Jarik's lap and Jarik running around screaming, "Cold, Cold, Cold!" By this time the rest of the kids had joined in to make it an all out food fight. Later after the parents realized what had happened, Jarik had put mashed potatoes down half of his sibling's pants, and Dack had put salt in everybody's drinks, which was at last found out when Mr. Fel drank some of his ale, and spat it half way across the room.
Five hours later after they had scrubbed the house from top to bottom, done the dishes, and the laundry, they were finally allowed to go to bed. When they got to their room, Jarik said, "I think working for my mom is harder than working in the fields any day."Dack said, "You know it, my mouth still tastes like soap from your mom washing are mouths out. "Who in return said," Good night, Dack." Who replied, "Good night, Brat, I mean King of Pumpkin Pie, I mean ... Oh, just good night, you poor excuse for a cousin."
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Jarik: So what did you think.
Eddie: I Think it was great, especially the part about me getting to hunt people down. * Licks lips*
Jarik: Not you Eddie, the people out there reading this story.
Eddie: Oh, those people.
Jarik: Yes, Eddie, those people.
Jarik: Well that all I got to say folks, unless Eddie has something to say.
Eddie: As a matter of fact I do, I would like to thank my friend Indiana Jones for the help he gave me in finding those tapestries.
Jarik: * In serious tone* Folks if some of this does not make any sense to you, about Eddie, the Scottish rancor, and Indiana Jones. Please look up my sister, Marian Blond, and her story The Weird Days of Jarik Marian and Cor. Thanks folks for reading my story now just review or I will have to send Eddie after you (Eddie smiles evilly).
Jarik: This is my first story so don't criticize it or I'll send my rancor friend Eddie after you (see Weird Days of Jarik Marian and Cor by my sister Marian Blond).
Jarik: Please pardon my basic grammar or I'll have Eddie track you down too (he has the skill of a thousand bloodhounds you know).
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Ch. 1
Location: Reytha
"Now this is what I call hard work," said Jarik Fel, as he finished putting away the machinery he and the others had used to bring in that day's harvest. As he walked toward the house, his older cousin, and best friend, Dack King, joined him. Dack said, "Quite a day wasn't it, Jarik? " Yes, it was," he answered,"and we gathered almost a third more than we did last week." Just then, Jarik heard his mother yell, "Time for dinner!", and he yelled to Dack "Race you to the table," and took off running to the house. Dack just smiled and took off running after him.
When they finally reached the table Jarik said, "Good race, and I think I finally beat you." Dack was about to reply, but was cut off by Mrs. Fel, who said "I don't care who got hear first, but neither of you are going to eat until you both have washed your hands."
15 minutes later after washing hands. Jarik said, "Great food mom." Which was quickly followed by "Ya, great food Auntie," said Dack. Mrs. Fel replied, "Thank you dears." All of a sudden Jarik through his mashed potatoes in Dack's face, which was quickly replied to by Dack's drink landing in Jarik's lap and Jarik running around screaming, "Cold, Cold, Cold!" By this time the rest of the kids had joined in to make it an all out food fight. Later after the parents realized what had happened, Jarik had put mashed potatoes down half of his sibling's pants, and Dack had put salt in everybody's drinks, which was at last found out when Mr. Fel drank some of his ale, and spat it half way across the room.
Five hours later after they had scrubbed the house from top to bottom, done the dishes, and the laundry, they were finally allowed to go to bed. When they got to their room, Jarik said, "I think working for my mom is harder than working in the fields any day."Dack said, "You know it, my mouth still tastes like soap from your mom washing are mouths out. "Who in return said," Good night, Dack." Who replied, "Good night, Brat, I mean King of Pumpkin Pie, I mean ... Oh, just good night, you poor excuse for a cousin."
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Jarik: So what did you think.
Eddie: I Think it was great, especially the part about me getting to hunt people down. * Licks lips*
Jarik: Not you Eddie, the people out there reading this story.
Eddie: Oh, those people.
Jarik: Yes, Eddie, those people.
Jarik: Well that all I got to say folks, unless Eddie has something to say.
Eddie: As a matter of fact I do, I would like to thank my friend Indiana Jones for the help he gave me in finding those tapestries.
Jarik: * In serious tone* Folks if some of this does not make any sense to you, about Eddie, the Scottish rancor, and Indiana Jones. Please look up my sister, Marian Blond, and her story The Weird Days of Jarik Marian and Cor. Thanks folks for reading my story now just review or I will have to send Eddie after you (Eddie smiles evilly).