The hulking mass of rock floated effortlessly

The hulking mass of rock floated effortlessly past Corvun as he crouched on a smaller perch nearby. He knew this ancient island, drifting for a millennia hid a deadly secret...

this deadly island's secret was that on it lived the most heinous mythical creatures: The Skipper, Maryanne, The Howls, Ginger, Gilligan," He sat listened for the omenous

sound of drumming. The natives were communicating. The sherpas looked at one another nervously. He signalled for them to follow single-file through the jungle. His foot tread on

a thigh bone and maybe a skull. This was not gong well, not what he had expected when he signed up for "chefs without borders" last May. And sherpas in the jungle? WTF? He left

the pile of partially decomposed bones where he found them, making his way back to camp, back to confront Chef Robert. Slashing through the tangled green vines and roots, he felt

light-headed. His legs were heavy as he forced himself to continue through the forest. He thought about the bones. What was Chef Robert's terrible crime? He knew, although he

felt nostalgic for the scene of Chef Robert so effortlessly lobbing the duchy's infant son like a bowling pin into the cavernous mouth of the giant fanged worm-beast. Nevertheless,

Plan, so I turned to the group, but found them walking toward the best. What was going on, what were they doing? I grabbed Mike just as the monster swang his fist downard, Mike hit

the beast with the missing "a" which dislodged the hidden "u" so that the monster could execute the proper "swung" fist. Thus all misspellings were corrected - I least I hope so!