You can call me "Yrots Gnidolf."

You can call me "Yrots Gnidolf."

I like to tell stories bass awkward.

...and with those words he introduced himself.His name was Friedrich and he was pale and thin but his deep blue eyes pierced right through me as if he had some kind of power over

people born under water signs. "But I'm on the cusp!" I thought as I felt my knees begin to tremble.

The stars indeed wheeled overhead but the celestial music was incomprehensible. I tried to tap a foot searching for the beat but felt myself disconnect. The music was gone and I

was just moving around, not *dancing*. A shadowy figure darted into the trees. No! It couldn't be! I checked. Yep, there went my Mojo.

I took lessons at the Mojo Dojo to start my Mojo anew, "Our first lesson is pelvic thrusts," said Mojomaster Mojo Jojo. "Before long, you shall help me rule the world!" My thrusts

were clearly not up to par. "You call that a pelvic thrust?" the Mojomaster shouted at me, "Bah! You are unteachable. I pronounce you un-mojo-able! Your mojo is NO-JO!"

by a degree of one to the fourth power." Mojomaster smacked the back of my head, but wouldn't explain my blunder this time. I refused to take the abuse and stormed out for good.