username;
Dragon Documentary
plumer's name;
Atal {Welsh. Means prevent, deter, foil, halt.
He was unnamed for most of his life, picking up this
moniker on one of his far-flung "journeys."}
plumer's sex;
Male
plumer's gender;
Male
cherished object;
He was a bright-eyed ten year-old who prided himself on his bicycle—the Speedster Combo, so named for its ability to transform into a unicycle (not safe, I know). Whisking along one day, he noticed something ahead. Cold, sickly fear seeped into his chest—it was the neighborhood toughie. This kid was a full 5 feet tall, husky, and menacing. Atal, the poor twig, had had run-ins with this guy before, and they all ended with Atal looking like he did after his bike transformed into a unicycle mid-jump. Atal slowed his pace, cautiously treading closer to the hulking figure.
The kid waved him over, treating Atal to a fabulous view of his yellowed incisors.
"Hey pee-wee, come 'ere!"
"Pee-wee" timidly obeyed. He didn't say a word.
"Look! I found some, er, magic beans! You plant 'em, wait a while, and up sprouts a full-blown Jack 'n the Beanstalk! I don't want 'em so you can have 'em."
Atal's mouth and eyes expanded to almost the same astonished diameter.
" You can have 'em…for your bike. Only fair."
Atal was still stunned that this conversation had continued for a full minute without his face being introduced to a fist, so he numbly obliged.
The kid tossed some speckled purple, kidney-like objects his way, and zoomed off.
Of course, the "magic" bean never so much as sprouted, but Atal keeps one now, on a thin chain around his neck, to remind himself of the danger in taking others at face value.