Hansimangu and Grumalo
There is a lovely road that runs from Woodotsheni to Los Angesburg called I-10. I am led into a foreign land where great high buildings tower over me; so many that I cannot count. The blinding lights swallow the darkness of night as Hansimangu and I make our way into Johollywood, the heart of Los Angesburg where our destiny awaits us. It has been two nights and three days since Hansimangu and I have left Woodotsheni, the land of endless forests and a mall full of children with parents who have too much money and no common sense. My stomach begins to ache, but I prai…
