wish I could write better...

They had all gotten together by chance, and now they were playing a game. There was Bree and there was Tame, along with them both Bonte and Napi and Jordan and Louard and Bundileé. It was a sunny and dry summer-day and they were running on a wide, dusty road where once the young master Copperfield had walked. A few days has passed since then, an old lady, whose small cottage stood a hundred yards to the North, would say. Troubled did he look, she'd say, yet hope was gleaming from his walk and in his composure; so youthful, such pleasance!
Somehow – I don't know why – the group had gotten hold of a laser-armed borderpost. It was not at all tall and if its metal casting would not have shined in the afternoon sun, a casual observer would have thought it a simple wooden post, waiting for its master to cover it in wires to connect with other posts to form a fence. Yet here it stood, in the middle of the road: cold and calm, mercilessly complicated, militaristic to the iron-bone.
The game they played was simple enough. Everybody danced around the post, but you must not step off the road. They could swirl and jump and laugh and prance, but walking slowly was not allowed. Taking turns, one would find a small rock or stone and throw it at the post. It did not matter whether he hit it or not (although Louard found great pleasure in hearing the metallic *ping* every time it did), for the post would play back. In the direction of the rock, a purple beam of light would fly. That beam looked so silly and so quick that it delighted the crowd. They danced around it, jumped over it and tried not to get hit. It all seemed so gay and fun, hours seemed to pass.
But then a shocking thing occurred and Bundileé – the youngest of the seven – could not jump high enough to flee the laser's beam. A loud PUFF! stopped everyone. They looked for their fellow friend, but nothing of him had remained. Bundileé had ceased to be.
Bree had on his face a doubtful, confused smile. Tame was soon laughing aloud. Bonte and Napi both looked around and into the sky, but found nothing but a lovely little cloud. Jordan weeped a little bit, for she was normal enough to be compassionate. Louard was at awe and his eyes could not leave the silver-gilded laserpost.
It was then they heard a mighty THUD! and from behind them came the Ram-Rod. He was not a pretty little creature, but a beast, whose little heart was as ugly as his face. And that is because he didn't have a face; he did not have a head, at all. He had a large, large belly-body and where normally you would find a navel, he had a gigantic mouth. Instead of nipples, he had eyes and on his shoulders stood two ears. He had no legs and he did have arms. So that he could move, he sat on an old rusty carriage. In his mighty right hand, he had a great wooden stick with big pointy teeth at the top. He would crash the teeth into the ground and then pull his carriage with the stick. He was angry, he was cruel, and he was hungry to meet the acquaintances new...

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