. . . May 29th . . . 2011. .
. . Asgard. . .
a0-A-AAchoo!
I sneeze into a custom made clean-ex (I had to make it myself, jeez,with magic) that has a never ending supply in a box. You think there could be twenty inside that square box with a hole that has a pink soft-toilet paper like thing sticking out. But really, it is never ending like the 'Never ending' story where a kid goes into this world through a book and ride this wise-furry-Pegasus like Dragon who is wise. I remember those movies because they are part of my childhood.
And watching Law & Order with Lenny in it; oh,I remember. I am trying to use a bow and arrow in target isn't going well for crying out loud! Me sneezing, keeping a box nearby, and coughing once in awhile. This is not really the best thing to have on a wonderful realm! What kind fate is hanging over my head? Does this fate enjoy watching me speaking not-so-good? Does my fate enjoy seeing me in despair? Jeez, does it realize that sneezing does not look cute?
"What is that?" Fandral asks.
"I sneezed." I said.
"Sneezedd?" Fandral repeats.
"Ya should say; bless you." I said, feeling a sneeze a-coming. I held up my index finger. "Wait for it. . ."
AAA-A-A-A-H-CHO!
I sneezed into the pink cleanex; or should I say Asgardian Sneezers. It's good for the nose.
"Your eyes look glassy." Fandral said, taking a step back.
A home-made dispense-able trashcan flew to my side.
"No duh, ding dong." I said, dropping my two Asgardian Sneezers into the trash. "Now, if ya excuse me, I have ta get some somethin' ta drink. Milk is good ta drink when ya feelin' sick."
I pick up the bow and arrow, leaving that box to float in mid-air right beside me.
"And what do you have?" Fandral asks, and then he said like obivous, ". . . You really contradict yourself."
"I have a cold." I said, firing the arrow. "And colds are not cool."
My arrow instead landed in the grass.
"Fandral man, you are my friend," I said, putting the bow and arrow back on a flat log that's big enough to be a bench. "But that is not contradi-" Uh oh there's a sneeze a-coming! I take a Asgardian Sneezer and blow my nose. "It's called lyin'!"
"Bless you." Fandral said.
A/N This chapter was written when I had the cold. So since "This is Crazy, but I'm in the Bayverse" had a chapter where the main character got sick, then . . . "Why not do that too? Makes the story sound a little bit more believable."
