GOING DOWN?!?

A few days after the wedding of Blue and Adena, Bronson was trying to decide on a plan of action. His plan was simple. He would just attack where it wasn't expected.

"Madison," Bronson called to his Mentor. "Could you help me with a small problem?"

"Of course," said Madison, a retired wizard, "I would be pleased to help you, Bronson."

"Could you give me a little spell left over from your days as a wizard. A little something that will make a person slightly upset, but not kill him."

"Hmmmm, let me think...I know!" exclaimed Madison, "my shrinking spell. I had great fun with that one. It shrinks a person down to one inch per foot of their original size. It works in seconds and lasts twenty-four hours."

"Sounds good. Let me know how to use it and I'll be off. "

Before long, Bronson was in the office of T.G. Taft. He found Taft hard at work sleeping on his desk. Bronson then spoke the spell and shrunk Taft down to just over six inches. Taft still did not wake. He just sat there, in his now large chair sleeping. Bronson next got into Taft's desk and took the Tiara of Phurmos. Two keys were now his.

Several hours later, Susan Smith IV walked in, not seeing her boss, but hearing a high pitched squeak calling her name. On the desk, Susan saw a note addressed to her and a rather large fly swatter. In the chair, she saw her six inch boss.

The note read:

Dear Ms. Smith,

As you see, your boss is only six inches tall. The flyswatter is to be used as you wish. Have Fun!

Outside in the main office, employees of T.G. Taft heard a hideous laugh and a very high pitched scream.