Dear Laura,
Great Laura, I beg of you your wisdom! Norns, Ettins, Grendels, Hands, all hate our kind! I can't see why. We are peaceful and calm, and want nothing more than to swim around happily. However, the creatures hate us! Occasionally, one will actually jump into our pool and beat us up, making such a flurry that the entire heinous affair is shrouded in bubbles! The creature then teleports away with some sort of black magic, leaving a pile of bones behind. The Hand seems to think that WE eat them! Can you imagine ANYTHING more ridiculous than a few tiny piranhas devouring a big fat Norn in a few seconds? The Hand is clearly far below our intellectual race, because it still blames us. What can we do?
- Piranha
Dear Piranha,
I'm afraid your story is a bit too farfetched for me, or any other creature, to fall for such nonsense. As far as I?m concerned, your kind is untrustworthy, with your beady little eyes and discreet burps after each frenzy. The other day, I even spotted a piranha using a bone as a toothpick. Unfortunately, for these reasons, I'll have to decline the invitation for tea you so gracefully included.
- Laura