King Elk Forest Hurry up, we are dreaming!

"It was about time, 'cause Paul was about to fall," Wraen picked up the story, though the rhyming part did not come easy even this far in the tale. "Here we lose a rhyme, 'cause after moss covered all. When the bear reappeared - fine and well, Jackie could nowhere be seen and he began to yell," she continued, carefully choosing every word. 

"In response he heard an angry "Bloody hell!" - and soon saw that his friend... was in a truly bad shell," she shook her head lightly, as she said this part, because "bein in a bad shell" was a novel way to describe that you were basically in a bad shape or in a bad place. "You see, he had fallen on top of her and broken the second prong that had been there. So Jackie the Jackalope was no longer of her kind, rather a hare, a rabbit of most average mind," this made no sense, but at least it had rhymed. 

She left it up to Maia to either continue it or tie it up nicely. Makin poems even as silly as this one was not only challenging but exhausting as well.