Chaos Precip

Dear Muffin,

Enclosed please find a glow in the dark tapir with three neon babies. They are herbivorous and non-poisonous. The kids might like them!

Bob's vacation is coming up and so I'll be coming to visit you again soon! Do you want me to bring anything with me?

Love,

Deadpool

Dear Miss Larxene,

Two weeks three days please have someone standing by to get me to my wife as soon as I get there.

Sincerely,
Bob

Adam - Toxic, whatever - tossed a rock from hand to hand in front of the fire. "And then - you know what? Not only did Little Red Riding Hood kick the ever-living hell out of the wolf, but she told off the man with the axe for running with a blade so badly that he immediately started crying-"

There was a snort from the camp's only other occupant. "What? The embellishment's too much, Fred?" He chuckled, putting the rock down and shuffling a little forward, holding his hands out to the fire. "I suppose they are, at that. Still, though, you got to admit - Aesop's needs them sometimes, am I right?"

A pair of glassy eyes stared at him from the other side. 'Fred', as she was so fondly known, was a horse. Ish. Tall and spindly, Toxic had been working on her since he'd found her, and - despite looking like she'd snap if she sneezed too hard - she was a hardy creature. Not as fast as a Lightning-aligned, perhaps, but damnit was she easier to handle. And feed. Woo for an Air-aligned!

"Alright! I'll stop padding them out if it makes you feel better. Now, do you want to hear another one or not? Because if you don't, at least try to sleep? Please?"