An Annoyance of Alliteration
Lara leapt over the large loads of limestone. Her hands hurt. They were cut cruelly by the crevices of the cave. All the while, Willard watched in wonderment, wondering why the woman's weight didn't wreck her work.
"Continue cautiously," called the coward, as he crouched in a corner.
Lara looked languishingly toward the loser. "Listen," she lamented, "leaping and lackadaisicalness don't link."
"What?" wailed the wily Willard.
"Watch out," whispered the woman wistfully. Suddenly, she sent herself surfing through space and then skidding skillfully into her sidekick.
"HEY!" he hollered, "that hurt."
Croft cackled craftily as if she couldn't care. "Come on," she commanded.
Then the two treasure hunters hopped headword toward a huge hall. It exited into an empty antechamber. On either end extremely enlarged engravings were etched into extravagant edifices.
"Bingo," bellowed the broad.
The other only oinked, seeing the site seemed to scare him. "What not?" Willard wailed.
"Treasure," chirped the triumphant treasure hunter cheerfully. Slowly, she slid so that she was staring straight at the statues. "Shoot," she snorted.
"What's wrong?" whispered the wandering wise man from Wyoming. He used to be useful to the university until he was used in Uganda.
Lara looked lightly at a list of letters on her left. She could not come up with a constant code except that it could have been a curse.
"A curse," cried the coward, "what kind of a curse."
"A weird one," winched the woman, "when we were elsewhere we weren't in worry. Now there's nothing until night."
The sidekick smiled slyly. "So," he surmised, "were safe?"
"Not until night," noted the other.
The sidekick shook his head. "Can the curse be clarified?" he questioned.
Lara laughed lightly. "Of course it can," she called.
"Well."
"An annoyance of alliteration," explained the explored, "done to the dark of the day."
Suddenly, the sun set. Now everything was quite normal again and both parties looked at each other in amazement.
"I don't get it," Willard said.
Miss Croft put her hand on her sidekick's shoulder. "The curse," she explained, "makes people who enter hear speak in alliteration until the sun goes down.
"That's a stupid curse," remarked the man.
Lara lifted an eyebrow, "wait till you try to tell this story to other people."
