and actually... he looked pretty much the same as the one guy on the card board... was he the cardboard man in real person?

Wait...he is not a he. She was a she. Confused she stubbled over the burning cardboard feet. Into a pit she fell, where no HORNY could go...this has been one hell of a trip for a fairy of the snow.

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She flung out the dust she kept in the pouch. The pit became a tunnel, she flew right out. On the other side was the valley of "Snow that had fell".

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...The valley of "Snow that had fell" was where Felina the fairy harvested the dust she kept in her pouch.That's right, she'd scoop the most recent and fresh of the snow that had fallen,and place it safely in her pouch.Once inside her mystical pouch the freshly fallen snow would astonishingly be transformed into the magical powder that was the root of her virginal powers.This concentrated sublimated dust,was the essence of the power of innocence,against which the forces of darkness and corruption would eventually meet their doom,if...our little heroine could recall the magical phrase that was necessary to temporarily seal that ghastly tear that the evil Draglock had inflicted in the tide of time and keep out his hideous hordes that were infiltrating into the dream dimension and destroying the fabric of the primal illusion which was the basis of our manifest realty.

..our little heroine could recall the magical phrase that was necessary to temporarily seal that ghastly tear that the evil Draglock had inflicted in the tide of time dream dimension and destroying the fabric of the primal illusion which was the basis of our manifest realty...

Thinking that, perhaps, the vague but so important phrase lurked somewhere in the Land of Misplaced Dreams she quickly summoned a Speed Demon and an extra large Thought Cycle and proceeded to ride the Wynds of CHange to the very Ends of The World.

But, unexpectedly upon her arrival, . . .

That's it ¿pooky? .Help Felina defeat Draglock will ya That's it ,yeah...my hero !

Pooky ? she cried from deep in her gut. Away with your hordes ripping, that rip the fabric with force. Back into your ghastly tear, from which you came forth, Away with the darkness and evil that soars. Mend the primal illusion from where the fabric is torn. Draglock has no power over the ones that hear his calling. No power at all in the valley of the "snow that had fallen".

damn you fast typers.

ps.....she was horny.

...horny ... for she was a Devil's Maiden.

The Horned Sisters - those who tormented the young men and destroyed the old men.

Though it was buried in her deepest memories, it was still true that her horniness would at some time consume her in ways that she had only dreamed about in her darkest nightmares...

Like a ghost eating tofu carrots, she sighed and thought of her past gardens...

...all 42 of them.

...actually 43 if you count the secret one down by the river where the horny plants grow....

those plants were very healty and had special power, for older man