Gently I wrestled my writhing brother into

Gently I wrestled my writhing brother into the rented daimophagus. Many voices clamored; many thumps pummeled the lid as I fastened the latches. From the darkly gleaming wood a hum

-an head rolled out and bounced at my feet. It was Pholgand's the Mirror Wizard's head. It said, "Create, Add, Read." My brother was safely in the rented tomb so he

hadn't heard the seductive words. I looked at the head & saw my own reflected in a repulsive distortion. It turned grey & decomposed. The Wizard's command to "Create, Add, Read."

I was the best monk at illuminations around the edges of the folds. Once a drollery of Det Manatee made the wizard laugh so much he unchained me and let me look out the window

as I turned my head, I noticed a red and black rub. Yes! Just my luck. I can used this to siphon that dreaded wizards powers. But of course that would kill him.... I need to think

. I realized then that the rub was a spicy red and black pepper mix. On a whim, I hurled a handful at the wizard's face. As he sneezed, sparkling dust (his powers!) shot out.

But that's not all! A wicked, wicked monkey jumped out of the closet and began dancing around the room. It all seemed like a bad dream, but I knew it was not. The enraged wizard

panicked and screamed spells at the wicked dancing monkey. The words to the spells came out jumbled in his rage and his hand began to turn white

& crumble in2 dust. I close my eyes, only for a moment & the moment's gone. The wicked dancing monkey stopped twirling & I saw her in a whole new light. She's kinda hot 4 a monkey.