six words for a story

[Paige Turner]

so a hasty call was made

[j. d. worthington]

but since there was little demand

[the smiling weirwood]

for trans-dimensional pork, this went unheard.

[Trey Greyjoy]

Just then the Admiral, against the

[Paige Turner]

advice of his physician, put on

[Trey Greyjoy]

his riding chaps. "But sir," his

[Paige Turner]

Spleen Wrangler pleaded, "With all this

[Trey Greyjoy]

humidity, wont your leather chaps chafe?

[Paige Turner]

"Balderdash and tommyrot," cried the Admiral,

[Trey Greyjoy]

"why arent you wrangling?". The Wrangler

[Paige Turner]

took his spleen stick and turned

[Trey Greyjoy]

ominously towards the group of choirboys

[Paige Turner]

whose spleens were suspiciously unwrangled,

[Trey Greyjoy]

disheartened by the stick-wielding wrangler,

[Paige Turner]

and forever pining for the fjords,