"A mean dwagon stoled my ball," he said. Ok, let's pause for a second. You thought I was a lame detective who solves mysteries and crap? How cliche! No, I help little kids who are being picked on by monsters, and I take that monsters head, and I mount it on my wall. Heard of Wyrmgear? Mounted on my wall. Forj Matriarch? Mounted on my wall. And this kid will give me another beast to mount on my wall. "It's ok," I said. "Can you describe it?"
"It's small, and pink,-"
"The dragon!"
"Oh. It's a hydrus rreign named Kane." Ah, Kane. I was familiar with his work. He was a hoarder of random junk, but when he got something there was nothing you can do. "Sorry kid," I said.
"Please?" he screamed. "I'll give you a sock, a spork I found from a slots machine, and a kiwi pie."
"Nope." But then he started crying, and I didn't want to get my carpet wet. "Ok, fine."




