Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-99.184.74.157-20190628092613/@comment-36855838-20190628112936

Hard Harold, and the Purple Quill.

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Harold had a problem.

If he had been the son of a nobleman or a scholar, he might have had the money, or even the knowledge to solve it.

But as he never had any parents, he decided he had better go and see somebody wise about it.

So Harold grabbed his purple quill, and set out for the local ryu temple.

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But try as harold might, he didn't seem to be getting ny closer, he couldn't even see the temple!

Harold tried hard to remember where he had last seen the temple, and then he recalled that the temple had always been to the east of the bridge his best friend lived under!

So harold began to draw the bridge with some arches, and some lines for the river, and slopes for the riverbanks.

Soon, Harold's friend appeared, her eyes blinking in the sunlight.

"It'ss much too early to be up, Harold."

Her tongue curled about in the air as if to tasste each word like a lollipop, and it made her wordss ssound ssomewhat funny.

"I'm awAre," he said, "but I've been hAving some trOuble."

She giggled at his voice cracks.

"Oh, I ssee," she ssaid, adjusting her top sslightly to show off her chest, "feeling sswolen too?"

Harold tugged at his rather stylish pants, which he had drawn up just this morning, as they had suddenly become rather tight.

"YEs, actUally."

She slithered up to him, her hood opening wide and drawing his eyes to her face.

"Let me help you with that, take off your pantss."

And so Harold did as Melody the Apophis said, and he skipped going to the temple.