Mario glanced at Birdo, who was reading a book. He coughed as he rubbed the back of his head, moving closer to Birdo. The two were sitting on a green picnic bench just outside of their houses, in the front, that is.
"Hey Birdo-" He asked as Birdo raised her right index finger, still reading the book.
After fifteen seconds, Birdo looked up at Mario, tilting her head to the right.
Mario rubbed his right arm as he looked up at Birdo again, asking, "Why is it that these chapters are always short? I mean, are they designed to be breifly read so that no one would waste hours of their life or something?"
Birdo tapped her chin as she thought, looking back at Mario and explaining to the red capped plumber, "Well you see, Mario, as long as it's good and entertaining to you and gives you enough value for the rest of your mileage, it doesn't matter if it's as short as three seconds or as long as three hours. Just make the most out of it." She stood up as she kissed Mario on the forehead, heading back into her house. Mario rubbed his chin as he wondered about this further, wondering if the word count mattered at all.
...Which it didn't.