The number one story continues!

When we left off our hero, Ogloromn, he was pondering. About the One meant for Fun. Around this time it was that he flew through the air, his feet striking the leaves of the passing Prickerelion-Marsh Hummers. What are Prickerelion-Marsh Hummers you ask. Well to put it simply(which is impossible)they are birds. Birds born of fruit. A tree adapted itself so well to using birds as carriers for pollen, that it now sports birds as its off shot fruits. Don't ask for the details; they are unpleasant.

At any rate flying through the air is neither customary or natural, at least not in Prokulpia and at least not yet. Thus you cannot fault Ogloromn for being surprised. He found soon that, Dragon Hunt be damned, he was in the arms of Fernkellis, the local wingnut. With a special set of feathers obtained from Inventress Tink, he flew regularly, but rarely with passengers.

"Hey what's all this?!?" yelled Ogloromn in indignation."I have a dragon hunt to go to i have!!" His scorn fell on deaf ears. He flew and flew, the wind in his ears for how many miles he could not tell. When he was set down, they were deep in the jungle. He looked about himself, lost and confused. Fernkellis had landed him beside Fickerfut the rider. Then Fernkellis spoke,"Been enjoying hunting dragons?" He had a sort of weird mischievous grin that went perfectly well with his golden wind tossed hair. "No" was all Ogloromn could say. "I was pullin the dragoncart like i always done. And it wasn't much for enjoyment, either. Its my job." "Well", said Fernkellis,"You'll love this then", another grin" We're out to have a bit of fun!"