Gargoyles

Now we’re being confronted by some terrifying gargoyles. They’re all made of stone, and they’re squirting out clarified butter while flapping their wings, which creates a strong wind that obstructs our progress. They are also breathing fire. 

How do we get into such bad predicaments!? Everything we plan becomes foiled; it seems as though we’ll never win. I was just waiting for the bus, as usual, when suddenly a big burning gargoyle flew overhead. This scared me, but something rebellious in my soul chose to taunt the aggressor, so I shouted: “Come and get me, if you dare.” I should never have challenged him or her. Now my future is grim. The gargoyle followed me as I visited all my friends: it tried to slice off my leg and arm. This was not my idea of a pleasure party. MORAL: Always shoot these things with a gun.