My good bro, Ethari insists that he got Rayla's favorite bedtime story from you - the one about Garlath and the adoraburrs. But I don't remember you ever telling that one. Please, I must figure out which of you is teasing me. (ask-runaan-anything)
Of course I never told you, bro. That’s Rayla’s story. You know how good I am at keeping secrets. But, bro, you’re all blushy because Ethari’s teasing you, so I’ll tell you.
Once upon a time, Garlath came upon the adoraburr village of Fluffillage. That’s pronounced flu-fill-ij. A thousand adoraburrs hopping, stacking, eating?
Or...photosynthesizing? Help, bro, are they plants or animals? Maybe, they’re plankton. Anyway, going to adoraburr school, learning Squeakch 101 and How To Walk Without Stacking.
Garlath looked upon the village with displeasure.
“Why are you so small and cute?” he asked. “It makes me want to lie down and cuddle you, which is very unbefitting of a warrior.”
“Oh, please,” said the adoraburrs, “we would love to be enveloped in your large muscular arms. You surely give the greatest hugs.”
“Ha!” Garlath laughed. “I do not hug. Hugging is for humans. Why do you think we call them hughmans with a silent GH?”
“I thought maybe they were all named Hugh,” one adoraburr said.
“That is foolish,” Garlath said. “I refuse to share with you my moonberries.”
The moral of this story is that the only biceps you can hug are Ethari’s.