Ian Murphy sat in his brown, leather, over-sized recliner chair pondering his latest brew.
Ian was a tall, lanky, red-headed wizard known for small potions that did silly things like temporarily turn the skin blue.
Ian loved the way the brews would bubble in the cauldron
He thought the boil sounded like a loving song.
Ian lived tucked away in the foot of the mountains of Eram.
He had a couple of odd creatures that lived near him.
One was the pedapines, which were small people with porcupine quills,
They always live near wizards, where they would beg for their meals.
And the wizards would leave scraps outside their back doors,
And the pedapines would scavenge and eat from the floors.
Ian loved the feel of a feather quill pen.
He loved the sound of the hummingbird and the look of the ravens.
He had a habit of rubbing his bottom lip as he would think his recipes through.
And he hated the hikes he would take, to the local villages with his most recent brew.
On one particular Thursday, Ian got very distracted
At looking at the inside of a flower, whose essence he had just extracted,
And an ember from the fire had blown out in the room,
And a blaze erupted all around him.
Now, Ian had an array of pets for various tasks or when passers by would get in his way,
And today was when the emergency monkey would save the day!
Out from a closet and into the sink,
The monkey was all action and instinct.
Buckets of water flown onto the flame
And in no time, just a few books laid burning, while the wizard felt the blame.
He gave treats to his monkey and swept up the ash.
He would have to be more careful, he told himself as he finished his task
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