Christine sat halfway between < HER HOARD > and the <THRESSSSOLD > and sat down to figure out just
what kind of < PRETTY PRETTY MONSTROUS WORM > her weirded out thoughts clearly indicated
she'd been turned into
In the partial light she could see the shadow of the < WORM NECKLACE > that had been woven into
her very bones and fiber.
It seemed clear <HER HOARD> was acting as a sort of heat sink,damping down the raging
monstrous evil fires within her.
She went to < HER HOARD > and picked up one of <HER PRETTIES > and marched
towards the threshhold of the cave.
SHE bore along and was gladdened when she didn't sprout fangs,wings and tail
apon exiting the cave.
She stood there a full 33 minutes,enjoying her freedom and the cool feel of the golden
< HER PRETTY>
Till the hoard object brushed against a nearby bush.The bush burst into flame
apon contact with the hoard object and it was then that Christine realized that the
thing must be a few short hundreds of degrees of melting from the heat that the dragon
< HERSSSELF > must be pumping into it.
And if that happened the tail,fangs,teeth and wings wouldn't be far behind.
Christine rushed back into the cooler < LAIR > and tossed the < HER PRETTY > onto
< HER HOARD >...