AKA no more bad typos (hopefully I'm horrible at this.

Scene: Right outside of the Cursed Pools.

Ryouga and Ranma stared nervously at the pool where Eric had just
plunged into.

"Whose bright idea was it to come here anyways?" commented Ryouga.

Ranma looked sheepishly at the pool and whistled innocently, doing his
best not to meet Ryouga's glare.  "I think it was his idea"  he replied
indicating the pool where Eric had recently dissappeared.
"What's taking him so long anyways?"

Ukyou came wandering over and looked curiously at the two.  "What
happened to Eric?" The two boys shuffle their feet and say nothing. "Oh
no.", she moaned.

Ranma quickly interjected, "It was Ryouga's fault, he's the one who
booted him into the pool."

"It was an accident!" Ryouga protested.  Suddenly, a rock, the size of
bowling ball but a lot lumpier, hit him on the back of the head. "OW!"
he yelped and looked around for whomever threw the rock.

All three looked down at the rock suspiciously.

The rock glared back.

Ukyou and Ranma glared at Ryouga and Ryouga, for his part, glares at
Ranma.  Out of the corner of her eyes  Ukyou notices that rock is waving

languidly at her. She turned her back trying to shake the disturbing
image of a rock waving.  "Maybe the guide can help us." she suggested.

They call out to the guide who came running.

"What's that pool?"  Ryouga asked pointing at the water.

"Ahh sirs, very tragic tale of rock that drowned there 3450 years ago."
began the guide.

Ranma cuts him off, "Did you say rock?"  The three look back at the
rock.

A rumbly voice, softly spoken, echoes through the air, "Yo!"

Calmly, all three look back at the guide.  Ukyou starts, "A rock?!  A
rock drowned?!  A rock?  You are suggesting that a rock drowned?"

The guide merely shrugs, "Is too, too tragic tale," he begins again.

--
Love sucks you know.  Its like there you are minding your own business
and
all of a sudden someone comes up to you and smiles or looks at you in a
certain way.  All of a sudden you're life isn't your own anymore and you
feel
wonderful.  Then they have to go and say something stupid like Lets be
friends
or I don't like you in that way.  Its a soul-hurt, it's like a shard of
glass
worming its way to your heart.  Love shouldn't do that.
--Rose Walker, The Kindly Ones, Sandman
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