Special Mention - Kip Pratt

Nuanderly

By Kip Pratt

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I took a trip to Evernost below an elsif sky, and there beheld the Gontoid gerse.
’What ails thee, hoo?’ said I.
 

’Nuanderly, Nuanderly,’ the Gontoid did reply. ’The Rychlim relg my oh soft lurp. I
fear I yet may die!’
 

Now I've seen the Ploop, the savage Spo, I've slain the mibley Kritch. But the
Rychlim... ‘Aye,’ I did reply, ’she’s a wise garwaxy witch. If you come with me, old
Gontoid hoo, across the vimmesque field, we'll klup that Rychlim, yammerham, your
oh soft lurp we'll steal.’
 

The Gontoid rose, we strolled afar, across the vimmesque field, and there beheld
the Rychlim zlob, but the lurp he would not yield.
 

The Rychlim mixed a welkybrew, the oh soft lurp within. With a clishpal cry Gontoid
and I attacked with flut and fim. The Rychlim bloofed, the Gontoid flooped, the oh
soft lurp I snatched. I dashed dopplip, down cang and dith. As I ran the lurp did
hatch.
 

A Flarkin Gontoid, beak besheen and spoke in quintax tongue. ‘The Rychlim's
bloofed, my Gontoid’s flooped, but now I'm free to run.’
The Flarkin Gontoid jubbled up, tripsing in the wingle. He left for good his oh soft
lurp and wandered off wherewindle.
 

‘Nuanderly, Nuanderly,’ my friend the Gontoid dwooze.
 

But the Flarkin Gontoid yeckles yet and quots the guzzy ooze.