Jock

Jock, for the third time, felt the dislocation of the magic saddle. He arrived at the Glass Mountain in time to hear Ariel's scream. He couldn't see a thing because of the shadows in the room.

"Ginger!" he bellowed.

"I am insulted," replied a high-pitched voice out of the darkness. "That you could mistake me for that pompous windbag! I shall turn you into something especially nasty for that impertinence." As soon as Jock heard the voice he had ...