Description: "This tale begins... on a night like this...
in these very woods..." At that moment, the wind picked up slightly. "Old Mr.
Tunnatin, a grey Lupe, was hobbling about his yard, searching for his petpet
that had died five years earlier. "
The Spell Most Neopians would be at home
preparing a warm serving of salivating Turkey Drumstick Dinner with a nice chilled
mug of Thornberry Fruit Grog. My stomach growled audibly at the thought. Not
me, though, I thought miserably...
They'll Never Hear a Word We Say: Part One She made her way downstairs after making sure she looked
perfect. It was not every day you went to school for the first time...
True Sisters: Part Seven Clambering to her feet, Morbid strode up the
steps to the platform and stood hesitantly before Cinpate. With a twinkle in
his eye, he unsheathed his sword and placed the flat of the blade upon her head...