The World of Secfenia

The morning started well enough. Qhxwyryfxgymy was attracted to a few cracked stones in the arena wall. The zyrk hadn't much more than started repair when he heard it. It was the wicked two-legged with the detachable prosthesis. It was kicking the big smelly two-legged and shouting about alfalfa.

* squish * Qhxwyryfxgymy screamed. Hurtling unceremoniously at the larger, stinkier of the two-legged, Qhxwyryfxgymy regretted the plan to locate the crazed things. Would a zyrk never learn? Even the yvyrm called those two, 'xrryxqzng.' The two-legged had seen the zyrk-missile. It was gape-mouthed w...

Qhxwyryfxgymy waggled among the abandoned buildings of Staunchville. Here a board needed securing and there a branch trimming. The zyrk enjoyed a simple life, or it had. These days were different. The zyrk gurgled a sigh, relaxed its bladder and settled into the new mud to ponder the now not-so-rece...