THE CALL OF THE MOST FEARSOME VIKING IN THE NORSE LEGENDS SOUNDED LIKE A ROARING LION. IT HAD A RINGING IN THE EARS EFFECT. "GENTLEMEN, GREETINGS!" ROARED FISKE BRAINWRESTLER, SON OF THARN. "WHERE IS MY HAT?"
"FISKE SIR, THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE! THARN ALREADY TOOK YOUR HAT." TIMID THOUGH HETO WAS, THE HAT WAS GONE THAT WAS A FACT. "IT'S ON THARN'S HEAD. STOMP ALL YOU WANT YOUR HAT IS GONE." TIMID HETO REALLY NOT HATING SON OF THARN, IT IS AN AMAZING HAT.
FISKE BRAINWRESTLER RAGED. "THAT'S MY HAT! IT IS NOT FAIR! THAT MAKES LIFE SO MADDENING! THARN I'M COMING!"
The Saga Of Tharn By Ruby
Tharn rushed away from the crowd when he heard a terrible roar. He snickered and dove into the bushes. Then he saw something horrible. It was Fiske!
Fiske roared. "You stole my hat!"
Tharn lifted him by the fox skin he was wearing. He threw Fiske into a thorny bush. "You, son are no match for me!" Tharn sneered. "I am unimpressed."
Fiske pouted. "You stole my hat! I will never forgive you!"
"Oh please" Tharn grunted. He had enough. Then they heard the sound of a horn. "Goodbye son! It is sacrifice time!"
Fiske watched his dad leave. "M'hat."
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