An excerpt for tales for small fumigating children by iandes imago

15 small ones walked up the tower being chased by the sharp ones

ZZZZZRRRPPIT!  The heads of Two small ones went when they touched the sharp edges , their necks dissapearing into a beutifull fountain of blood and olive  oil.

13 small ones runned up the tower being chased by the sharp ones.

VUMP! went four of the small ones  as they got cut in half, each of their halves holding on for dear life as their holded their  pale hands.

9 small ones runned up to the tower being chased by the sharp ones

PZZTTTTTT!  five of the small ones went as their bodies turned black with eletric ashes, each volt of electricity prompting a series of "OW! "OUCHIES!" And "OUCH!"

Five small ones runned up the tower being chased by the sharp ones

CRACK! Went three of the small ones as their vessels shattered as they tripped, they still continued nonetheless.

15 small ones reached the tower

Three tried to hold themselves together as the cracks in the porcelain widened


Eight turned into four as they slapped themselves together.

Five turned into zero as they scattered themselves off the tower, the breeze flying them over to unknow lands

Two simply tasted the skies, copper in their mouths.

Even the hardest hardships can pay off.

The end

Written in memory of imago imandes (???-2067), he never saw the saw coming.