“AAAAAUGH!” Handy spasmed in pain as his left leg suddenly shot out, bones grinding and snapping back into place in terrible violence. Handy thrashed in the water as he rode out the unrelenting wave of pain. Handy’s thought cleared only for the briefest of moments, and he grinned. ‘Finally…’ he thought to himself in triumph, ‘finally a way out, away from this mad land of talking animals and mythical nonsense, away from the dirt and the filth and the…’ His thoughts trailed to his companion. The griffon had nearly killed him… But had saved his life twice: from exposure and then from falling to his death. He thought of the unicorn who, in foolish bravery, dived to his death to save others. He thought of the warmth of a kind old man with more trust than sense… “A-Anything I… desire?”