Suddenly the wind whined and the trees creaked. A beast was coming!

“No,” said the wizard. “Not a beast.” He pointed up to heaven.

A thousand hand grenades rained down on the cottage and blew it half to heaven.

The little boy named Farin may have survived, at least I hope he did indeed, but there are no true accounts.

The End.

(You may feel I have cheated. I have.)