***I'm so sorry in advance... I just had to put this on here because it's so hilarious. Once, a while ago, I tried using one of those online story generators (though I forget which one), and this disaster happened, so I saved it. I just found it again, and it's just wrong on so many levels. Hope it provides some amusement:)

Kalesia had always hated dimly lit HighFells Castle with its tiny, thankful Tall towers. It was a place where she felt frustrated.

She was a magical, powerful, potion juice drinker with tall ears and light brown arms. Her friends saw her as a courageous, charming crow. Once, she had even saved a stale grapes that was stuck in a drain. That's the sort of woman she was.

Kalesia walked over to the window and reflected on her cold surroundings. The clouded teased like Running Dog.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of James . James was an intelligent coward with interesting ears and blue arms.

Kalesia gulped. She was not prepared for James.

As Kalesia stepped outside and James came closer, she could see the heavy glint in his eye.

James glared with all the wrath of 1620 plotting weary Wallabies. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want Magical grapes."

Kalesia looked back, even more upset and still fingering the purple lantern. "James, "You can't keep doing this. I will put an end to your plots," she replied.

They looked at each other with longing feelings, like two homely, hurt Horse knocking at a very crafty Party, which had classical music playing in the background and two sly uncles falling to the beat.

Suddenly, James lunged forward and tried to punch Kalesia in the face. Quickly, Kalesia grabbed the purple lantern and brought it down on James's skull.

James's interesting ears trembled and his blue arms wobbled. He looked angry, his emotions raw like a kooky, knowledgeable key.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later James was dead.

Kalesia went back inside and made herself a nice drink of potion juice.

THE END