Of Muscles and Magic

Albert relaxes his arm and begins rubbing your huge biceps. "Hard as a rock," he declares. "Try not to put me in the hospital next time we wrestle, okay?"

You are grinning so hard your face hurts. "This is so cool!" you think. "Even better than I imagined it would be!"

The gator straightens up. "Wow!" he shouts. "I knew you had potential, but I never..." Albert's voice dies, and he frowns. "Wait a sec!" he snaps. "What is this? " He points at your arm band.

"Oh, that?" you say. "Just a little gift from..."

"It's magic, isn't it?" the gator hisses. "You used magic! Are you nuts?!"

Albert's abrupt change in attitude catches you off guard. "It's not what you think!" you sputter. "Yeah, I did get a snoutful of magic powder, but..."

"You MORON!" the gator roars. "Magic is the worst way in the world to build muscle! It always backfires! ALWAYS!"

You are stunned. Is Albert really concerned about your welfare...or is he just jealous?

Written by Funny Animal

Add your own new page to the story!

Back to the parent page