Ok ok!!! Sorry I've had a stupid writers block for the past 4 months! You people got to be more specific when you tell me you want a second chapter! Grey kitty and me aren't in the same homeroom any more so we can't brainstorm ideas together in gym class! So this is my chapter two…independently…I hope it doesn't stink like a two week old tuna sandwich…or my dad's sneakers shudders at the thought
Let it begin!
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Tas bent over and lifted up a rock from around the riverbed, looking beneath it he said "Fizban, are you under there?" Finding the beffudled mage wasn't there he stood up and absently slipped the rock into one of his numerous pouches, "Fizban!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Fizban!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" It echoed back to him.
When Tasslehoff heard this he became overjoyed and started calling a list of things off so long that Raistlin, sitting on a nearby log began to search his mind for the words to a silencing spell-not that he hadn't considered it before.
Finally though Tas became bored and began to walk down a nearby trail in search of Fizban. He did not know how long he walked for, but sometime during his small journey he became aware of a weight in one of his numerous pouches. He sat beneath a large oak and opened the pouch, as he rummaged through the pouch filled with his-and mostly other people's-possessions he noticed a large rock. As he sat and thought about how on Krynn it could have gotten to be there he thought absently about how similar it was to the one he had searched under at the riverbank. "But then again," he said to no one in particular, "All rocks look the same really!"
As he replaced the rock in his pouch he discovered other new and interesting things that he had unknowingly picked up on the trail. He was studying one such item when he heard a rustle come from the branches of the tall oak, but he was so wrapped up in examining a twig he did not see Fizban-yes Fizban-fall out of the tree!
Tas looked up and seeing Fizban exclaimed, "Fizban! I finally found you!"
Fizban was a comical sight (as usual) his disreputable hat was perched precariously on his head, and his glasses were crooked angle on his nose, leaves and twigs were tangled in his hair and beard and a number of the pages from his spell book lay scattered about him. "You did?" he said a look of interest on his bewildered face.
"Yes!" Tas happily exclaimed.
"Where did you find him?"
"Right in front of me!"
"Really? Where is he?" Fizban said looking around expectantly.
"You know that you're Fizban, right?"
"I do?"
"Apparently not."
"I guess so!"
"Well in that case, you're name is Fizban, now lets get back to camp."
"Fizban? Really? I can think of names ten times as good as that!"
"Well YOU were the one who told us your name was Fizban!"
"I was?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"Fascinating."
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There will be a chapter three-hehe that rhymes!-called when trees talk back later sorry if it wasn't funny my brain's numb because its 11:00 at night! And I stop thinking at 7:00 at night! So sorry my patient allies but I need sleep to be writing funny things! So g'night! Yawn click on the box thingy and tell me how bad it was on a scale of one to ten or if you can't count that high you need an assistant or at least mental help.
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