He sighs deep, and the sound echoes along the corridor. " You know, you're not nearly as impressive and person."
I blink and then let out my Mighty Roar. " How dare you insult? The mighty Beast, bow now.!"
I flap my wings and puff out my chest as a Mouses crying Squeak Echoes in response, and my Triumph rises.
"Hear that mortal! I have sherly scared that weakling to its death this time! Now tremb in fear and dow!"
Why isn't he trembling?
How come he is still so calm?
"TREMBEL!!!"
he looks down. Is that disappointment in his eyes?
"Are you absolutely sure you do have a parent or something here?"
"A parent!! How old do you think I am!!!!"
"I don't know, ome maby 6?"
I can only spit out a flame in my discuss. "Try something closer to 600000000000"
He whistled and looked around the at the dark stone walls, probably searching for which shadow is the exist.
"There is at least tresher here, right?"
Uh oh!
"I AM STRONG! I AM LOUD!, I AM SCARY!"
he slaps a hand on his head and sighs again.
"No, you are bright pink, stand shorter than a couple of feet, and sound like a mouse."
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Not Nearly
Short Storyshort story Inspired by the prompt , what would your main character say to "You're not nearly as impressive in person"
