The cold Velron snow fell across the small town of Straxhobbelon in much the same way it had fallen all winter. Down. Ned had lived alone in the Sharbool rock pits, deep in the land of Murhokleon Stepos, for the better part of 18 Rathjannayigs now, and felt himself to be quite a rugged man. Oh sure, he was emotional, but even his emotions somehow exuded manliness.
Ned suddenly shrugged, tore off all his clothes and ran out to the rock pits, where he proceeded to punch, kick, bite and generally harrass the huge Galthalian boulders all around him with absolutely no provocation. Macho pride welled up inside him as his manly foot soared through the base of a vast Galthalian mountain, sending it pathetically tumbling down a slope to its doom. Ned laughed with a manly roar as he beat his bare chest with his rugged fists of steel. He made a grunt which quite eloquently expressed hatred of all rocks everywhere. They'd been put back in their place for a while, Ned thought, as he wandered back inside the palace of Quenspire.
The snow never kept anyone from being hungry, and Ned was no exception. It was lunchtime once again, and Ned was making the hardest decision of his life. He needed food, just a little, to get him by. He gently sliced through the recently baked loaf of Pirithian Vilnoxbread. The bread never had a chance to say goodbye. Ned just forlornly cried the forlorn cry of a man who is forlorn, as the tears began to tumble out like the moist dew of some tattered Helskibarb plant.
It was worse than usual today, Ned noticed, as his aching throat attempted to swallow the tear-soaked bread. Finally, he gave up, as he so often did, and collapsed onto the floor, and allowed his harsh, soulful sobbing to pass the afternoon and evening away.
Ned awoke the next morning with his throat and eyes burning with agony. He pulled himself up out of his pool of tears and spent the morning whimpering. This couldn't go on, he knew. The danger of being found out by the other rock men was too great. Deep in his heart he knew, as all men know, that he would have to cross the Swamps of Koteth and pass Lord Filkar of Rondelseth in order to visit Yubuul, Grand Vibidon of Rispine and get the Ancient Wrathshon of Trebelhen, and then use this to slay the Charniad Dellitol and save the Vohixen from the pits of Ambeltherst. Only then would he be able to free himself of his great sorrow.
Fortunately, the Grand Vibidon of Rispine lived just two houses down and owed Ned a favour. Ned crossed the Swamps of Koteth using the new bridge and waved to his neighbour, Lord Filkar, as he strolled across. Yubuul handed over an Ancient Wrathshon of Trebelhen he wasn't using, and Ned went outside and dropped the Wrathshon on the recently flowered Charniard Dellitol, and then stopped by Ambeltherst where he warned the Vohixen not to jump in the pits.
Then Ned was happy and killed lots of rocks, and later in life ate the Gruleyast Nitsoko of Landbar-Rulehana, under the supervision of the Wenininininininininindokast of Pelyohixbleebeehoosenlakuufe, and his friend Wexaneeewooquatingkhingalorirek the Fennonding Malukbar, and of course the Tragniwan Velopskuskay of Yathhadaeollocomadayatlolotranskopo- loyefedotolomeehgrandolocasfebulwatzen.