Vahrtznif took a step onto the Bridge of Sorrows, and watched as the world turned to blackness around him. Now, Vahrtznif could see only a few steps ahead of himself. He heard scurrying from behind, and he turned around quickly to face the potential danger. A figured grabbed his lapels and pulled him close. “The rainbow, i-i-it faded away, faded away!” Lunky’s brow was pouring sweat, and his widely-opened eyes darted back and forth and then back again, but once more forth, don’t blink now because they darted back one last time, never maintaining eye contact with Vahrtznif. Lunky released him, speeding off into the distance. “Wow,” thought Vahrtznif, “I’ve never seen eyes do a disco quite like that.”

Walking slowly and carefully, Vahrtznif couldn’t quite figure out what was so sorrowful about the bridge. At that moment, an owl swooped past his face. “Hoot! Hoot!” meowed Vahrtznif. The owl replied in a low tone, “Boo Hoot. Boo hoot hoot.” It immediately became obvious why the bridge was called the Bridge of Sorrows; only sad owls lived there.

It seems like Vahrtznif had been walking for hours. With each step, he began feeling more and more hopeless. “What is this boon? It is more like a boo hoon. I wish I were a raccoon, oh…, a boo hoo raccoon. A raccboohoon. I want a rack of baffoons to boo hoo on a raccoon. Oh…”

In that moment, Vahrtznif saw a bowl of Lunky Jujus at his feet. He picked it up and poured it out on top of his head, then placed the bowl gently over his cranium. “If this bridge wants to try and break me down, it’ll have to go through a balanced breakfast first!” Vahrtznif charged forward, facing every fear and sorrow that haunted his past. “Ah!” “Ooh!” “Way too scary!” These are just some of the phrases he uttered as he ran, but he made it across alive.

The world is in a perpetual state of chaos. On some level, Vahrtznif knew this. Vahrtznif had taken the bowl off of his head and proceeded to eat the clumpy milk. With each bite, his resolve deepened. In a way, the world was like a bowl of Lunky Jujus… it is beautiful and delicious in its natural state. If one were to assert order on the Jujus, they would lose their Lunk. If laws about how to eat the Lunky Jujus were imposed, then one couldn’t enjoy what makes the Jujus so Lunky in the first place. In order to protect a world with the freedom to eat Lunky Jujus, Vahrtznif would have to fight against society the only way he knew how: Acting.

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