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Galoof had had enough! He tore the grease-stained Chef's hat from his head and cast it to the crud-laiden tile floor.

"What's a guy got to do to get some respect around here!?" He whined to the Assistant manager of the Frying Pony Tavern where he worked. The Asst. Manager's name was Carl.

"Now, Galuf, I know that you're upset," Carl said, "but we really need this delivery made, and seeming that you are the worst cook we have (worst in history, actually) Ralf thinks that you're the man for the job."

Ralf was the Tavern-Owner and could really be a poop-head, in Galuf's opinion.

"Come on, Carl! Can't Sandy do it?"" Galuf whined again.

"No, Galuf. Sandy is fifteen years old and frankly, our insurance wouldn't allow it. You are our man, I mean lookit! You already carry around that big sword and hammer anyway! Why not give yourself a chance to use them? Now go."

Galuf pondered this a moment, then bagan to whine again, but Carl had already walked away. So he hefted the box of frozen fish-patties onto his shoulder and, pouting the whole way, walked toward the door.

He was on his way to adventure! ...more or less.

***

The air outside was warm, and a slight breeze played on the leaves of the many trees that had just been transplanted onto the Tavern's lawn(part of some government land-beautification project, no doubt.). The town was bustling with activity, and girdling with it as well, as the boardwalks were simply jammed with people elbowing their way in and out of shops. One pair was inescapably lodged in a single doorway, both too stubborn to allow the other to go first. The jaws of life would have to be employed for sure.

Galuf watched all this curiously until he noticed the signs posted everywhere. They read, simply, "Big Sale Today! Everything Half Off!" He nodded with an understanding grin on his face. Sales would do that. He decided that the street would be the best place to begin his travels.

Suddenly, a small goat raced past, kicking up a trail of dust as it eluded a filthy, toothless boy. Why parents allow their children to chase strange goats down the main road of Watoosie! City was beyond Galuf. He shook his head and stepped off the boardwalk and out into the road(without looking both ways, I might add.).

Galuf heard the voice, and glanced all around him to find it's source. That's when he tripped over the small creature and went head-over heels into the dusty street. He landed in a heap, with his crate of frozen fish patties konking him on the head for his trouble. This tumbled onto the ground and cracked open, spilling only a few of the frosted filets into the dirt.

"What's the big idea?" Galuf said to the small, furry animal he had nearly smeared with is massive boot. "I've got a-ew. Fish on the ground..."