The Melancholic Demise of the Individual That was the Owner of the Name, Samm
by Christopher Paolini

On a glorious, majestic, beautiful summers day, where the sun shone like a gigantic fiery orb in the sky, beaming down on all the innocent citizens of the planet known as Earth, two mortals were enjoying a game known as 'kick the can', an amusing activity where the aim is to kick a tin object that many refer to as 'the can'. These two individuals were the bearer of names; one individual was known as Froodo and the second of these two individuals bore the name Samm. As they kicked the physical object that was cylindrical in shape and was made of tin not unlike a character from a book by L Frank Baum, they chortled and conversed with each other because they were friends.

"This is such an enjoyable activity, is it not?" Froodo inquired.

"Indeed this activity is an enjoyable one," exclaimed Samm, "You, Froodo, are a most magnificent associate."

"That is such a wonderful sentiment," agreed Froodo.

"Of course it is," Samm stated.

All of a sudden, a giant item that resembled a swirling purple wheel materialised into the area, leaving Froodo and Samm with much trepidation. A monstrous lusus naturae stepped out of the spinning circle and ululated loudly. The monstrosity had a hunch back, curled horns, gleaming red eyes and fingers like nails.

The behemoth stabbed Samm then disappeared.

"Nooooooooo! Samm!" Froodo ejaculated.

"Froodo..." Samm gasped, "Goodbye." Then he expired.

Froodo was very very very very very sad that Samm had met his tragic end at the claws of a ferocious creature with a hunch back, curled horns, gleaming red eyes and fingers like nails. In fact, he was so depressed, a single tear dropped from his eye, a watery dome that sparkled in the bright sunlight. Then a clown appeared. The clown was so humorous Froodo got over Samm's demise and never thought about it again.

THE END