I was depressed as the procession of stuffed animals went by. I hitched a lift on the back of a mastodon and rode to the glass houses of town. The building was red hot by the time I got there and I burst into the room wearing a military uniform and holding a set of masks in my briefcase. The sentries kept guard on top of the crenellated walls as I walked home with burning coals in my pocket.
Reprimanded Teenager
