[The Less-Than-Big Bro]

Laughing, Captian Turlock Kelp chased after the screaming mudokon. Kelp was enjoying his chase, as he should. This escapee had led him all over the odd-forsaken mountians, and through both Mudomo and Mundanchee vaults. Damn him, but Kelp would have his vengeance before he returned this one to the Magog Cartel. And he really wanted this one's bounty. His elum had been ridden into the ground at Mukodonoma, and he had "swapped" it for a new one. Now he chased, and armed his sniper rifle. Only a dart, but a heavily poisoned dart. The mud would be out instantly. Kelp just hoped that he had enough of the antivenem.
"Christmas present for ya!"
And Kelp fired. The mudokon dropped. Kelp rode by, swung down, and picked up the now unconscious form of the mudokon. He looked at the face.
"DAMN YOU, ASMITT!"
The hit mudokon wasn't Asmitt, the mudokon he had been chasing.
"there he is. Get 'im!"
Out of the shrubs came a hoard of mudokon tomahawkers, followed by a small group of fuzzles, and a shaman. Kelp spun around, drew his pistols, and unloaded two clips into the mass. But as many as he killed, more came a-runnin'. Finally, he was overwhelmed. They took the mudokon back, and left him to die. He was saved by his elum, however. The elum came up and nuzzled his tentacles. He rolled over, and spoke the last words he had heared out of the charging mud's mouthes before he slipped fully unconscious.
"Lucky Asmitt went to Pyke!"