deejay3ever

Hi world!! I’m supposed to tell you about myself, but instead of that boring crap I’ll tell y’all the story about the tiny wizard… It starts like this: There was a green, grassy meadow on top of a tall, flat mountain. In the middle of that meadow was a house next to a trickling (but not too small) stream. The house was a cabin built out of logs, and smoke was tumbling out of the chimney. Down inside the house you could see a small bit of beard poking out on either side of a large, dusty-looking book. Can’t quite make out who’s behind the book, but it turns out it’s a tiny wizard…he seems to be…mumbling something. Not words, no, he’s reading runes…It’s a spellbook! That’s why it was so dusty-looking! He paused for a moment and put down the book because he had forgotten to blow the dust off the cover before he had started. You could now see his face clearly…He was indeed a tiny wizard! His face wasn’t soft, but he was happy looking, and oh Lord! The eyebrows! He had eyebrows just about as long as the meadow grass growing outside! But that wasn’t it, they were party overtaken by his obstinate nose…It was definitely his defining feature. All in all, however, he DID look like a tiny wizard…He wore boots made of leather with shiny copper buckles to match his belt…and he wore a wizard’s tunic to contain his tiny wizard paunch…he held his hands with the clearly skillful accuracy of one used to handling a wand…his face though, it looked as though he was confused about something, no, just pondering very hard, as if he were mustering all his energy and magic into one fingertip, preparing for something, perhaps a very very powerful spell. He relaxed his face and looked back to the book (he still hadn’t blown off the cover). He picked it up and through the dust you could read: “The Idiot’s guide to magic and wizardry” Finally he began to read again…this time with more thoughtfulness and intensity in each uttered syllable. He read slowly, as if these were words no one could understand but him. He came upon the last three runes, and picking up his wand, he cautiously read: “Veltu…Itzi…ZAPPO!” First silence. Nothing happened ant the tiny wizard began to frown. Then BOOM!! Out of nowhere came a flash of blinding light, and next thing you know there’s fire everywhere…it’s like an entire barrel of black powder just spontaneously detonated, or lightning had struck, a volcano had erupted, or all three! The tiny wizard dragged himself to his feet…he had lost his hearing, but when he turned around to look, his house was GONE! All that was left was a very large scorch mark and some patches of smoldering meadow grass. Funny, though. He didn’t look at all disappointed. In fact, he had an enormous grin on his face! He was proud! He felt around in the pockets on his tunic…there was a compass, a map, a pocket watch, a small handbook called “Magician’s Bible,” and Oh! One more thing…half a scone left-over from that morning’s breakfast. He promptly turned about and yelled so all could hear, “Ha! I’ve done it! I may have incinerated my cabin, but I did it! Hear that, Gandalf, Dumbledor? I win!!!” And then he strolled off down a dusty road through the mountain peaks, whistling a happy tune, for he had just become the world’s first, and ONLY…tiny wizard WITHOUT a house. (You’re welcome!) ;P