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"Not the best morning did I had? Not the best, for sure." He tried to tear the piece of the grass, and failed miserably, as everything he tried to do for the last few decades.

"Well… Seems my shape is lacking again... Ehehehe" It was, indeed, the rare case when he was right and his shape, or something that distinctly reminds of the human form, was lacked almost a half of the body. Big surprise he is able to staying alive, without a talking about to do something.

"Oh, my vision is coming back... The flame?.." Meanwhile, a huge flame, like a hungry monster, greedily devouring the entire forest from horizon to horizon, the earth is scorched. The life is being carried away by the blood like rivers...

"I see you are doing well" The strange tall woman, as if she came out of thin air, stood in front of a humanly shaped mass. Long ears, ruby red eyes, white ponytail and insane dedication. Dedication to? Dedication to what?

"Never did I better! Just look, I still have my leg... And my arm!.. Damn, I wish to be always this lucky!" He helplessly tried to move with things he called a "leg" and an "arm" but failed, the body resists any of his will whatsoever.

She shook her head "Good for you, farewell, will see you in the morning next day"

"Ah! You're leaving this poor fellow alone, your dear husband? If so, bring flowers and shovel next day, you see, I am a bit out of shape to do it myself"

"You are the worst" Instead of immediately leaving him, she slowly sat on his lap, which reminded him that he still, in fact, in pain. Her elegant hands, caressed his burned skin and, bringing more and more pain to his mind.

"Aah!… No… You…"

"We?"

She left a kiss that burned more than one way or another, and disappeared without a trace.

"What a woman, what a woman, what a woman, what a wo..."

He lost his last breath