Nordy the Leprechaun was striving to improve his stamina. Every day, he trained with 5 of the greatest martial chickens in the known universe, and was working his way up to the 3rd Degree Red Party Hat. All 5 of the chickens were Black Party Hats: 10th degree. One day Nordy saw a humongous, rotten, mutated pop tart called Victor trying to steal his pot of gold. Now as you now normal mutated pop tarts have a slim form, but this particular one was different. Victor was disgusting, and immensely fat. He was bulbous in all the wrong places and his strawberry filling was oozing out of him, his icing was cracked and peeling, and he kept muttering: "Dark.... Scimitar" And each time he said those words another flow of rancid jam oozed out of his tortured form... Little did Nordy know that this was because of a curse a Supreme Being named Galactic put on Victor, but that's another story....
Nordy approached him politely and said to him: "Greetings. My name is Nordy, and I believe that pot of gold right there belongs to me. I think there must have been some misunderstanding." Little did he know that Victor was trying to steal his gold to start up a translation company that poses as a game developer.
Victor's crusty eyes bulged, and he screamed back: "CARE BEARS STARE!!!" Nothing happened for a long moment. When Victor realized that indeed no death-ray beam was coming outta his fat fruity ass, he kicked Nordy in the shin. Nordy went down, but then out of nowhere, The Five appeared. All 5 chickens, decked out in their Black Party Hats, stormed Victor, clucking their war clucks and the occasional "KAMEHAMECLUCK!" It didn't last long, and it wasn't pretty. When Nordy finally looked up from the burning pain in his shin, all that remained of Victor were a few pieces of crust and some nasty clumps of clotted jam. The Five stood before him, in all their glory.
"You left yourself open, Grasshumper." They chimed in unison.
"Did you learn something today?"
Nordy bowed deeply.
"Yes Chicken-Sama, I realize that now. Never leave your shin open."
They all nodded solomnly.
"Indeed. Never."
And with that, They resumed their training. Nordy, having learned that all-important lesson, soon became a full-fledged Master of the Chicken Arts and grew to become the first non-chicken to be the Wing of the North Star.
THE END
Contributed by Galactic! ^^
