let me tell you the story of a great good boy his name was spike I had a thorny dragon once he was so thorny I pricked myself even when looking at him I knew I just knew it was the perfect thorny dragon I tamed him he was starving I feed him and gave him water he was treated poorly by jugbugs and morelatopses I healed his wounds I named him spike he would always bring back dead jerboas I cut them in little no chewing needed pieces and feed them to spike me and spike where the best of friends I walked around drinking jugbug juice then a sand storm hit then I saw it the monster he came crawling out of the pound and he wasn’t alone it was the Karpos the same ones who killed my sweet sweet baby dire wolf I wouldn’t let them get spike I killed 1 2 3 4 and the final one attacked spike I ran to spike (( and pooped )) ew I ran and ran but it was too late it had killed spike I screamed and super Saganed it with my ultimate spear I cried I was devastated and that my friends was the story of spike