Disclaimer: I don't, I say I don't own Monster Rancher!!!
This chapter should be much better than the first(I hope).
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Dan traveled along the road, his hair would be swaying if he had not lost it. What white hair that
was on his head was under the hood of his cloak. The wind was picking up and the cart, being topheavy,
swayed occasionally. He was running low on food, with just mere bread and creek water, but according to
his map, the city Jellville should be appearing over the horizon anytime. When...
CRAACK!! The wheel of the cart shattered into jagged pieces which trailed a foot or so on the
road.
"****!" Dan yelled probably loud enough for the whole town of Jellville to hear(Think of the
children!). He pulled on the reins to stop the Worn-out Zuums to check out the damage. The whole time
he was doing this, he was cursing underneath his breath. He may have been in his 50's but he was still
young enough to cuss. He pulled out his tool-set and cut down a near by tree to try and make another
wheel. By the time he was half way done, he realized he could just take of the rear axle and put it in
the back. It would make a horrible scraping noise, but, it was better than to spend all this time
working on this wheel and have it break not to far from the last one. "Duh!" he thought to himself as
he took off the rear axle.
With a terrible scraping and a stomach that was starting to growl at it's master, he traveled on.
He pulled out what was left of his (and his Zuums') food knocking over one of the quite full money
pouches. He stopped and ate giving a small amount to his zuums hadn't eatin' for a while.
He continued on, now getting quite tired of all the costly delays. When finally... the town of
Jellville inched over the hill into his sight. The building high and marble looked magnificent
considering he hadn't seen civilazation for a month and a half. Jells were in the streets pulling carts,
handling gold at shops and doing house chores. There was even a shrine that had a sun dried mud jell
statue. He drove his cart down to the town.
Soon, he was stopping next to a charming old hotel and walking in, money bags jingling with the
sound of moocho-grande gold about to be spent.
"Uuumm... ugghh... AAAHHHH!" the manager jolted up from his dream ,screaming, thanks to Dan
banging the ringer, "Sorry, darn fish tacos, they give you weird and absurd dreams." said the manager
now calming down, " So, you need a room. How about room... 47. Here are your keys and pay per night is
500 G."
"Okay, thank you." said Dan heading to the 2nd floor, room 47. After a while, he had his room set
up how he wanted. The sun had almost set and he was tired, so, he got in his bed and went to sleep
(What do you think he did? Just pass out and fall to the floor!).
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Please, no flames! The story will get better I promise. Action is COMING! Please review, I need dignity.
This chapter should be much better than the first(I hope).
***********************************************************
Dan traveled along the road, his hair would be swaying if he had not lost it. What white hair that
was on his head was under the hood of his cloak. The wind was picking up and the cart, being topheavy,
swayed occasionally. He was running low on food, with just mere bread and creek water, but according to
his map, the city Jellville should be appearing over the horizon anytime. When...
CRAACK!! The wheel of the cart shattered into jagged pieces which trailed a foot or so on the
road.
"****!" Dan yelled probably loud enough for the whole town of Jellville to hear(Think of the
children!). He pulled on the reins to stop the Worn-out Zuums to check out the damage. The whole time
he was doing this, he was cursing underneath his breath. He may have been in his 50's but he was still
young enough to cuss. He pulled out his tool-set and cut down a near by tree to try and make another
wheel. By the time he was half way done, he realized he could just take of the rear axle and put it in
the back. It would make a horrible scraping noise, but, it was better than to spend all this time
working on this wheel and have it break not to far from the last one. "Duh!" he thought to himself as
he took off the rear axle.
With a terrible scraping and a stomach that was starting to growl at it's master, he traveled on.
He pulled out what was left of his (and his Zuums') food knocking over one of the quite full money
pouches. He stopped and ate giving a small amount to his zuums hadn't eatin' for a while.
He continued on, now getting quite tired of all the costly delays. When finally... the town of
Jellville inched over the hill into his sight. The building high and marble looked magnificent
considering he hadn't seen civilazation for a month and a half. Jells were in the streets pulling carts,
handling gold at shops and doing house chores. There was even a shrine that had a sun dried mud jell
statue. He drove his cart down to the town.
Soon, he was stopping next to a charming old hotel and walking in, money bags jingling with the
sound of moocho-grande gold about to be spent.
"Uuumm... ugghh... AAAHHHH!" the manager jolted up from his dream ,screaming, thanks to Dan
banging the ringer, "Sorry, darn fish tacos, they give you weird and absurd dreams." said the manager
now calming down, " So, you need a room. How about room... 47. Here are your keys and pay per night is
500 G."
"Okay, thank you." said Dan heading to the 2nd floor, room 47. After a while, he had his room set
up how he wanted. The sun had almost set and he was tired, so, he got in his bed and went to sleep
(What do you think he did? Just pass out and fall to the floor!).
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Please, no flames! The story will get better I promise. Action is COMING! Please review, I need dignity.