A Modest FairytaleChapter 21
"Retreat! Retreat!" Pardin heard a voice call out from the courtyard. "Bar the door!" It was a big, ugly door made of wood and metal. Pardin signaled for the Fairy Express and decided to take a tour of the courtyard while he waited. Anorexia had laid a massive turd with great precision directly on top of a couple of catapults. Her aim had saved many people from a weapon of which they had no protection. Unfortunately, dragon turds stank strongly of vile, putrefying things. The rest of...