Giant animals seemed to be the theme of the week, ganch thought as he floated along the dirt road in search of the illusive giant chicken. He sure hoped that this thing was less, lethal than the goldfish he'd fought yesterday. or did he.... The amount of fun he'd had fighting that thing was immesurable, and even tough he ended up having his leg half gnawed of, it he still floated away from that place with pride and joy. Finally he was getting back on the right track again, no more kiddy jobs, no more mail delivery, no more vine tasting. Alltough that is what he'd told himself every day up to this one.
But something inside of him, really made him think that this time, was the one. That both other people and himself would start recognizing him as more than just a choreboy. Of course he had to start out lightly with some chicken hunting, but he assured himself that he would be sniping dragons in mere weeks.
He was probably a bit too optimistic, but hey it was atleast better than the day before.
But something inside of him, really made him think that this time, was the one. That both other people and himself would start recognizing him as more than just a choreboy. Of course he had to start out lightly with some chicken hunting, but he assured himself that he would be sniping dragons in mere weeks.
He was probably a bit too optimistic, but hey it was atleast better than the day before.