i approach the hjönk. fear burning in its beady black eyes. the fear of what was to come. a battle. a war. a duel of friendship and happiness. it needed to be done. the hjönk must be pet. i outstretch one arm, confidence building in my soul, that this moment was the moment to change humanity, I was the soldier that with my mere arm I would pet the hjönk and change everything. everything would change. i... would change everything. with one fell swoop I reached out towards the hjönk, feeling its silky feathers under my fingertips. it had been done. the hjönk. had been pet.










