The family of six stood in a circle -- or, more accurately, a misshapen oval with several ninety degree angles. "On the way out here," started Little Agent, "I've been thinking." "we literally just walked to the end of the driveway" noted Mandarin Orange. "Lady Narwhal is far too young to go on this journey. It will be dangerous, and I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to her." "I agree," said Daddy Potato. He then took a handful of popcorn from his pocket and shoved it in his mouth. "The problem," continued the young Chosen One, "is that she can't be left here alone. Someone has to stay with her." "I'll do it." Lord Tigress raised her hand, despite everyone recognizing her voice. "I'll stay here with Lady Narwhal. I can't leave my little sister behind." A set of vocal noises which equally resembled the words 'thank you' and 'goodbye' emitted from Daddy Potato's full mouth as he hugged both of his sisters. "Anyone else who wants to stay should say so now." Little Agent shifted his weight from one foot to another. "well actually i'm not totally excited about the idea of dying in a ditch somewhere so." Mandarin Orange ran up the driveway and into the house at full speed. The two sisters followed suit at a considerably slower pace. "I guess it's just the three of us." Little Agent looked up at his parents. Daddy Potato opened his now empty mouth to say something undoubtedly profound, but quickly shut it when he noticed the aghast expressions of his wife and son. He turned back toward the house to see it being lifted from the ground by a dragon. This dragon was decidedly not Ciar the Eighth; while the Draconian king was a color of light gray, this dragon was a deep shade of black. It flapped its ginormous wings and took off with the house, and the three residents inside. Best Welsh Buddy gestured in the general direction the house once stood. "We should probably go save them or something, right?"
The family of six stood in a circle -- or, more accurately, a misshapen oval with several ninety degree angles. "On the way out here," started Little Agent, "I've been thinking." "we literally just walked to the end of the driveway" noted Mandarin Orange. "Lady Narwhal is far too young to go on this journey. It will be dangerous, and I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to her." "I agree," said Daddy Potato. He then took a handful of popcorn from his pocket and shoved it in his mouth. "The problem," continued the young Chosen One, "is that she can't be left here alone. Someone has to stay with her." "I'll do it." Lord Tigress raised her hand, despite everyone recognizing her voice. "I'll stay here with Lady Narwhal. I can't leave my little sister behind." A set of vocal noises which equally resembled the words 'thank you' and 'goodbye' emitted from Daddy Potato's full mouth as he hugged both of his sisters. "Anyone else who wants to stay should say so now." Little Agent shifted his weight from one foot to another. "well actually i'm not totally excited about the idea of dying in a ditch somewhere so." Mandarin Orange ran up the driveway and into the house at full speed. The two sisters followed suit at a considerably slower pace. "I guess it's just the three of us." Little Agent looked up at his parents. Daddy Potato opened his now empty mouth to say something undoubtedly profound, but quickly shut it when he noticed the aghast expressions of his wife and son. He turned back toward the house to see it being lifted from the ground by a dragon. This dragon was decidedly not Ciar the Eighth; while the Draconian king was a color of light gray, this dragon was a deep shade of black. It flapped its ginormous wings and took off with the house, and the three residents inside. Best Welsh Buddy gestured in the general direction the house once stood. "We should probably go save them or something, right?"
omg it's really just boys left reportedrejectedbanned for sexism Great part! I'd put a reminder on an e-sticky note to remember but it's so flooded with stuff I ignore it. I should still write the next part in the next couple of days.
The family of six stood in a circle -- or, more accurately, a misshapen oval with several ninety degree angles. "On the way out here," started Little Agent, "I've been thinking." "we literally just walked to the end of the driveway" noted Mandarin Orange. "Lady Narwhal is far too young to go on this journey. It will be dangerous, and I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to her." "I agree," said Daddy Potato. He then took a handful of popcorn from his pocket and shoved it in his mouth. "The problem," continued the young Chosen One, "is that she can't be left here alone. Someone has to stay with her." "I'll do it." Lord Tigress raised her hand, despite everyone recognizing her voice. "I'll stay here with Lady Narwhal. I can't leave my little sister behind." A set of vocal noises which equally resembled the words 'thank you' and 'goodbye' emitted from Daddy Potato's full mouth as he hugged both of his sisters. "Anyone else who wants to stay should say so now." Little Agent shifted his weight from one foot to another. "well actually i'm not totally excited about the idea of dying in a ditch somewhere so." Mandarin Orange ran up the driveway and into the house at full speed. The two sisters followed suit at a considerably slower pace. "I guess it's just the three of us." Little Agent looked up at his parents. Daddy Potato opened his now empty mouth to say something undoubtedly profound, but quickly shut it when he noticed the aghast expressions of his wife and son. He turned back toward the house to see it being lifted from the ground by a dragon. This dragon was decidedly not Ciar the Eighth; while the Draconian king was a color of light gray, this dragon was a deep shade of black. It flapped its ginormous wings and took off with the house, and the three residents inside. Best Welsh Buddy gestured in the general direction the house once stood. "We should probably go save them or something, right?"
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I'll try to introduce some of my own elements, then. 
Can't wait. 
I'd put a reminder on an e-sticky note to remember but it's so flooded with stuff I ignore it. 
