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A Fine Line - Between Chaos and Creation

Everybody seems to think I'm lazy; I don't mind, I think they're crazy...

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Tuesday, Week 7 - The Smitty Story, Chapter 13
Where's Edge
Title: Smitty And The Quest For The Class 5 Cook
Author: Myself, Smitty 'Jaws' McPatchington, Esq.
Rating: G (might go up later)
Word Count: Unfinished
Disclaimer: I don't own the organizations I name in this story (names have been changed), and a good deal of the characters are based off of real people.
Warning(s): MAJOR CRACK/RANDOMNESS. Read at your own risk. :P
AN: My fourth piece of OF. Previous chapters:

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12


Several hours later, the group had yet to find a way around the rock face, as it seemed to extend on for much longer than the map had suggested. Also, the once-optimistic silence had been broken once again by Yvanovich's complaints. "Guys, I think there's a hole in my shoe from all this walking we've been doing." He stopped to examine it. "Yep, there it is. I knew it. I can't go on any farther in this condition."

Sighing, Smitty turned to look at the jester. "So what are you going to do, then? If you hadn't forgotten, we're still pretty far away from Marineria and any other places where you could get new shoes. Also, we're almost out of food. If you stay here, you're not going to last for very long."

"Perhaps he is hoping for a miracle from the skies?" Won Ton suggested. "My people have a great number of legends that speak of such things. Shall I tell you of the one regarding the Levitating Noodle Creature?"

"Uh." Smitty raised her eyebrows. "...maybe some other time. Right now, we've got to convince his Royal Overdramatic-ness to get up and go, because this is just an inconvenience to our trip. He's supposed to be accompanying me, and if I leave him here, the Queen Mother will have my posterior for fertilizer."

Hearing the conversation, Yvanovich piped up, "You mean to say that your..." Just then, a large bird swooped down and screeched loudly, conveniently obscuring half of the jester's words: "..is grass?" he finished, grinning.

"Yes, but I said it in a far more dignified and kid-friendly way," Smitty replied. "We're trying to keep this story to a mild PG at most. Using your phrasing automatically bumps it to a PG-13."

"Whatever; like anybody really cares about that." Yvanovich rolled his eyes. "Anyway, I still have no serviceable shoes, and I refuse to go any farther."

"Look," Smitty pleaded. "Can't you just hold out for a little longer? We may come across something..." It was a weak argument and she knew it, but right now, it was the only chance the princess had.

"My lady, could we not go and find some more appropriate footwear at that residence there?" Won Ton spoke up, pointing around the corner of the rock face.

"Hmmm?" Smitty moved her head to see what Won Ton was pointing out, and saw a small shack, marked Breakfast's House of Shoes & Everything You Could Ever Need On Your Unexpectedly Long Journey. "Huh. Well, how about that. Looks like we'll be able to help you out after all, Yvanovich. Now, come on - who knows how long this place stays open for?"

With that, the travellers set out towards the shack.


Listography Wednesday tomorrow!