The Lore of Sorcerer Jahid of the Wild

Down to earth Jahid of the Wild & his Egg

A Short Story

Jahid Wild looked at the egg in his hands and felt angry.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his surroundings. He had always loved the Wild with its strewn, empty egg shells. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel angry (the only emotion he was able to muster, as lego men are known to do).

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather some_one_. It was the figure of Egg Face. Egg Face was a splendid monster with incarnations of all varieties of egg.

Jahid gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a down to earth, arrogant, egg nog drinker with fat elbows and skinny ankles. His friends saw him as much more than that. Once, he had even helped an upset fragile egg cross the road.

But not even a down to earth person who had once helped an upset fragile egg cross the road, was prepared for what Egg Face had in store today.

The snow flurried like scrambled eggs, making Jahid alert.

As Jahid stepped outside and Egg Face came closer, he could see the smile on her face.

Egg Face glared with all the wrath of 777 yokes. She said, in hushed tones, "I want your turban and I want your egg."

Jahid looked back, still fingering the cracked egg. "Egg, eggs for me' lady," he replied.

They looked at each other and like two fools sitting at a delightful dinner party, which had reggae music playing in the background and two cowardly uncles laughing to the beat, they faced off.

Suddenly, Egg Face lunged forward and tried to punch Jahid in the face. Quickly, Jahid grabbed the egg and brought it down on Egg Face's skull.

Egg's round ankles trembled. Then she let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Egg Face was dead.

Jahid Wild went back inside and made himself a nice drink of egg nog.

THE END

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