FitzTheRuke
Legend
Qawasha twisted again, his seams splitting until he grew to a full-sized, fleshy human once more. He picked up the pot that held his friend Kupalue. From his new vantage, he could see the iron pot from which the green fog spilled forth - it was large enough to cook a humanoid.
In addition, he could see Joho the Monkey and the Straw Girl as they ran toward a rusted cage, where a shadowy figure lay under a tattered blanket. Barely visible through the haze were three rocking chairs, several work benches heaped with haberdashery, and a spinning wheel. Above him, a wooden railing marked upper galleries on either side of the room, free from the green smoke.
"This way!" said the Straw Girl, "And get under the Likey-Look's blanket before the Sewn Sisters see you!"
She stood by the rusty cage and motioned for the others to climb between the bars. Now that he was man-sized, there was no way that Qawasha would fit, nor would Weed's clay pot.
In addition, he could see Joho the Monkey and the Straw Girl as they ran toward a rusted cage, where a shadowy figure lay under a tattered blanket. Barely visible through the haze were three rocking chairs, several work benches heaped with haberdashery, and a spinning wheel. Above him, a wooden railing marked upper galleries on either side of the room, free from the green smoke.
"This way!" said the Straw Girl, "And get under the Likey-Look's blanket before the Sewn Sisters see you!"
She stood by the rusty cage and motioned for the others to climb between the bars. Now that he was man-sized, there was no way that Qawasha would fit, nor would Weed's clay pot.