#18: Gonna Get SQUOOSHED!

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“Oh look...look at the cute man!” said Kara a bit earlier “I want to see. I’m getting closer” she flew her Griffin level with Lamar.

The “cute man’ had looked to the right at the unlikely girl riding an impossible creature from legend. Just about the time his mount had lunged to the left. The results were predictable. Seconds later the cute man was running among the herd, on foot. He was big and fast..but not fast enough.

“KRAKI!! “ screamed Kara over the neural interface organic radio that they called ‘BattleTalk’ “The big pretty man is going to get Sqooshed! What can we dooooooo! I don’t want him to get sqooshed.”

Kara was almost crying. Kraki didn’t like THAT a bit. He absolutely hated it when Kara was crying. He’d do almost anything to make her stop. He was making a beeline for the big man from behind, Damn! but he was a big one.

Kraki’s bear, very similar to the extinct North American short faced bear of earth’s last ice age, was flipping huge. It stood six foot at the shoulder when on all fours and weighed two and a half TONS. It could run fifty miles an hour and was having exactly zero trouble overtaking the running man. As the bear got closer it lowered it’s head close to the ground......

....Kara’s Griffin swooped down and grasped the running man with his foreclaws, then struggled into the air. The man was so large and the Griffin was so much smaller that it didn’t get very high.

It got high enough. Suddenly Lamar had a bear slide it’s head and neck under him and between his legs. Being the natural rider that he was Lamar clamped hung on with his legs and grabbed the bear by the ears with his hands. The Griffin released him and flew off. Lamar was riding a bear . He heard a voice laughing behind him. With fear and trepidation lamar turned to see what was so funny.

A small boy was literally rolling in the saddle. He was in the throes of mirth , laughing uncontrollably. The little feller was laughing so hard he almost fell out of the saddle. He would have had it not been for his prehensile tail.

Tail?

Tail or not he was heavily armed . The lance, the crossbow and the various sharp pointy things holstered to the bears harness were not lost on Lamar.

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