THE CONVERSATION

One peaceful día in Skylands, Spyro and Flameslinger were practicing thier archery near The Core Of Light. Because Spyro has four legs, he was using a disc launcher to hit the targets. Flameslinger pulled another arrow from his quiver.

"Spyro, I told tu once, I told tu twice and I'm not going to tell tu again! I'm having a bad día and I just can't aim!"

"OK then. Leave it to me to solve your stupid little problems. *again* What is it this time?"

Maybe Spyro had been a little too inquisitive. He had once again put Flameslinger's mind off the target and when he released, the arrow...