"Hmph. Your son replaced my quenching water with sap," Throm stated bluntly, his eye twitching. "My best hammer is currently glued to my anvil. I cannot move it. I cannot work."
"And my pig looks like a massive, walking strawberry!" Old Man Higgins yelled from the back of the crowd. "The other pigs are laughing at him! Animals can mock each other, Borum! I have seen it!"
Borum sighed, putting his knife away. "Where is the boy now?"
"Right here, father."
Khaos walked out from behind Throm's massive legs. He was completely covered in mud, soot, and pink berry juice. He held a small wooden toy sword in his right hand.
"Explain yourself, Khaos," Borum commanded, trying to sound stern but failing miserably.
Khaos looked at the angry crowd. He evaluated his odds of escape. He realized the crowd was too thick to run through. So, he deployed his ultimate defense mechanism.
