Hello again! This is a wierd one, and Leggy doesn't die. gaaasp! However, there is a second part to this that will hopefully be put up. Anyway, enjoy!

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Hello. I am a bottle of shampoo. You may say, "Hey, bottles of shampoo can't talk!". But then, you'd be wrong, wouldn't you?

Actually, I am a magical bottle of shampoo. At least in this Authoress's universe. She granted me a voice of my own after what I did to Leggy.

It was a bright and sunny day. I was waiting on the shelf with the others of my batch, when what happened but I was picked up and squealed over. Then I was shoved in a bag, and carried away. Along the way, I was left in a sunny spot for several hours. This may have contributed to what later happened.

The bag I was in was opened, and a face peered down at me. It was an imperious face, wierd blue eyes, with ridiculously long blonde hair. I was struck with an instant dislike.

The being picked me up and I saw with horror that he was wrapped only in a towel. Eew! He lifted my lid and sniffed. I take great pleasure in the way that he spasmed and twitched.

Then he poured me on his head and began to massage, and sing to himself. A moment later, he slowed to a hum, then he stopped altogether. Great clumps of his hair began to fall off, and he started to scream. The hair on the floor twisted in agony and then burst into blue flame. Clouds of poisonous gas began to pour off of his head, and out of the still open bottle of me. He screamed and pounded on the bathroom door, but the moisture from his bath had swelled it effectively shut. He screamed louder as the shampoo began to eat into his scalp. There was pounding on the other side of the door as his friends tried to save him. They finally succeeded, and they carted Leggy away. (I heard later that they accidentally dropped him down the stairs.)

Leggy wasn't dead, but the few straggling hairs that were left to him were sickly things, and also prone to turn purple with the least amount of moisture. Also, he had inhaled too much of the gas and he drooled profusely. And he never took a bath again. He and Aragorn took to hanging out in the woods, Aragorn using him as bait for the wild boars which he found a passion for hunting.

And I? I was dumped into the enchanted river, where the Authoress found me and published me. Not a bad life for a bottle of cheap shampoo, eh?

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Yes yes yes, and you all know what time it is. It's time to REVIEW!