A habitual daydreamer of fairytale castles and green dragons, Mara was working late. She works out of a broom closet turned workspace high up on the thirtieth floor. One evening she heard a weird tap-tapping at her window. It sounded urgent.
'Yikes! Zombies! Ogres!' she yelped. 'Help!'
It was her Manager stuck on the outside ledge, despair on his face.
'Err...fear not, Sir Lord! Doesn't it open?'
'You idiot!...let me in!...'
'Stand back!' she yells grandiosely, '...faithful Mara'll set you free...'
'No-o-o-o-o...don't...'
Interesting, thinks Mara peering below--window broken open. Now where did he go?
'Yikes! Zombies! Ogres!' she yelped. 'Help!'
It was her Manager stuck on the outside ledge, despair on his face.
'Err...fear not, Sir Lord! Doesn't it open?'
'You idiot!...let me in!...'
'Stand back!' she yells grandiosely, '...faithful Mara'll set you free...'
'No-o-o-o-o...don't...'
Interesting, thinks Mara peering below--window broken open. Now where did he go?
