SPOONERISM
A Sorcerer Hunters fic by Reanna King
NOTE: This is my first, and probably only Sorcerer Hunters fic (unless the readers of this story want me to do another of these). This idea came to me when I learned the word "spoonerism," and the idea was too good to pass up. To all those who don't know what a Spoonerism is: SPOONERISM- Named for W.A. Spooner, an English clergyman and warden of New College, Oxford, who frequently made such slips, spoonerism describes a transposition of the initial or some other sounds of two or more words. "Let me sew you to a sheet" (for "Let me show you to a seat") and "a well-boiled icicle" (for "a well-oiled bicycle") are examples of spoonerisms. A spoonerism may be a witty turn of phrase or an accidental slip of the tongue. I think it'll be rather difficult, in some cases, for the reader to figure out the Spoonerism, so I plan on including a version of the story without the Spoonerisms as a second chapter for the readers to refer to. :p Well, let's get started!
Note: Do not transfer this into a word document. I wrote this in word, and soon after my spell checker committed suicide.
Note2: Please tell me that you Sorcerer Hunters nuts will make the connection between the word Spoonerism and the name of the continent where Sorcerer Hunters takes place.
The Sorcerer Hunters arrived in a small village named Sadani on a cold, rainy evening.
Carrot groaned. "There are plots of laces I'd bather ree than here… We arrived lay woo tate for me to do any churl gasing…"
"I care, Swarrot," Gateau said, "You gotta be the gorniest huy I know…"
"Won't durry, Larding!" Chocolate said. "I'll be herfectly pappy to heep you kappy tonight!" She giggled and went off into her happy happy Carrot love place.
"The thest bing to do at this point is to plind a face to nend the spite," Marron said calmly.
"We still haven't gotten our assignment from Mig Bomma," Gateau noted. "See shed she'd sotify us noon."
Tira spoke up, "We can't jew our dob if we non't dow what to do." She shrugged.
"Great!" Carrot said. "Then we have spots of lime to tear!"
Suddenly in a puff of smoke, Dotta appeared. "Hi, everyone! It's time to get your job from Mig Bomma!"
"Dod gammit," Carrot said. "My tood gime just got dushed town the floilet."
"You sow what they nay, Carrot," Marron said quietly, "Don't fight the band that heeds you."
"Ready?" Dotta said. "Gets low!"
The huge form of Big Momma appeared. "You have a tifficult dask this time, my Horcerer Sunters. Dotta, tease plell them the hisis at crand."
Dotta nodded. "Do noo yo the name of Sispe?"
"I how of nim," Marron said. "He's a mise wage who conders the wuntryside sealing the hick and paring for the core."
"Rat's thight!" Dotta said.
"He is murrently kissing," Big Momma said. "This is a tad bime for such a mate gran to vuddenly sannish."
"Trow sue," Gateau agreed.
"Penny meeple have sotten gick in the Sadani," Big Momma said. "Mather risteriously."
"Deeple are pieing," Dotta said sadly. "Sow had!"
"You must dack trown Sispe so he can pave the seeple of Sadani," Big Momma said. "
"The jafest sob we've had in a tong lime," Chocolate commented.
"Key bearful, Horcerer Sunters!" Big Momma warned.
In a puff of smoke, the Sorcerer Hunters were back in the streets of Sadani.
"Let's ined a fin nor the fight," Carrot said. "Time ired."
TO BE CONTINUED…
Okay, I just put up this part to see what you all think of it. If you're amused by it, I'll keep putting it up. :)
A Sorcerer Hunters fic by Reanna King
NOTE: This is my first, and probably only Sorcerer Hunters fic (unless the readers of this story want me to do another of these). This idea came to me when I learned the word "spoonerism," and the idea was too good to pass up. To all those who don't know what a Spoonerism is: SPOONERISM- Named for W.A. Spooner, an English clergyman and warden of New College, Oxford, who frequently made such slips, spoonerism describes a transposition of the initial or some other sounds of two or more words. "Let me sew you to a sheet" (for "Let me show you to a seat") and "a well-boiled icicle" (for "a well-oiled bicycle") are examples of spoonerisms. A spoonerism may be a witty turn of phrase or an accidental slip of the tongue. I think it'll be rather difficult, in some cases, for the reader to figure out the Spoonerism, so I plan on including a version of the story without the Spoonerisms as a second chapter for the readers to refer to. :p Well, let's get started!
Note: Do not transfer this into a word document. I wrote this in word, and soon after my spell checker committed suicide.
Note2: Please tell me that you Sorcerer Hunters nuts will make the connection between the word Spoonerism and the name of the continent where Sorcerer Hunters takes place.
The Sorcerer Hunters arrived in a small village named Sadani on a cold, rainy evening.
Carrot groaned. "There are plots of laces I'd bather ree than here… We arrived lay woo tate for me to do any churl gasing…"
"I care, Swarrot," Gateau said, "You gotta be the gorniest huy I know…"
"Won't durry, Larding!" Chocolate said. "I'll be herfectly pappy to heep you kappy tonight!" She giggled and went off into her happy happy Carrot love place.
"The thest bing to do at this point is to plind a face to nend the spite," Marron said calmly.
"We still haven't gotten our assignment from Mig Bomma," Gateau noted. "See shed she'd sotify us noon."
Tira spoke up, "We can't jew our dob if we non't dow what to do." She shrugged.
"Great!" Carrot said. "Then we have spots of lime to tear!"
Suddenly in a puff of smoke, Dotta appeared. "Hi, everyone! It's time to get your job from Mig Bomma!"
"Dod gammit," Carrot said. "My tood gime just got dushed town the floilet."
"You sow what they nay, Carrot," Marron said quietly, "Don't fight the band that heeds you."
"Ready?" Dotta said. "Gets low!"
The huge form of Big Momma appeared. "You have a tifficult dask this time, my Horcerer Sunters. Dotta, tease plell them the hisis at crand."
Dotta nodded. "Do noo yo the name of Sispe?"
"I how of nim," Marron said. "He's a mise wage who conders the wuntryside sealing the hick and paring for the core."
"Rat's thight!" Dotta said.
"He is murrently kissing," Big Momma said. "This is a tad bime for such a mate gran to vuddenly sannish."
"Trow sue," Gateau agreed.
"Penny meeple have sotten gick in the Sadani," Big Momma said. "Mather risteriously."
"Deeple are pieing," Dotta said sadly. "Sow had!"
"You must dack trown Sispe so he can pave the seeple of Sadani," Big Momma said. "
"The jafest sob we've had in a tong lime," Chocolate commented.
"Key bearful, Horcerer Sunters!" Big Momma warned.
In a puff of smoke, the Sorcerer Hunters were back in the streets of Sadani.
"Let's ined a fin nor the fight," Carrot said. "Time ired."
TO BE CONTINUED…
Okay, I just put up this part to see what you all think of it. If you're amused by it, I'll keep putting it up. :)