Sir Chester Conkeror

You end up in an underground chamber, deep among the roots of the trees.

Before you can get up, squirrels scamper across your body, tying you up with vines. You struggle, but the vines are too strong! "What do you want with me?" you ask.

A red squirrel in strange wooden armour walks up. "I an Sir Chester Conkeror, Knight and Right-Paw Squirrel to King Greenoak the Great. We want information, my fat prisoner. We'll squeeze it out of that fat bulk if we have to!"

Written by Andrew Anorak

Squirrel torture!

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