Heron's plan

"This guy looks pretty tough," said Heron. "He took down Willow and Nimbus. I bet there's no way you could take him on all by yourself."

"That guy? He's a shrimp. I could defeat him with one hand behind my back."

"You sure about that? Those girls are pretty tough. And, I mean, you're pretty skinny."

Limber shot a withering glare at Heron. "He probably caught them skinny-dipping," she said. "You think I can't fight him, just because I'm a girl?"

"I didn't say that."

"Well, you thought it. I bet you I can defeat that guy and rescue Willow and Nimbus all by myself. If I do, you have to..." Limber hesitated, trying to think of a suitable punishment. "Stand up before all the elves in the village and sing a song about how girls rule and boys are stupid."

"Sure. That's easy. I have no problem doing that."

"So you think it's not a real forfeit, huh? Well, afterwards, you also have to be my **** for the day. No, the week! And you have to do everything I say. How's that sound?"

"Gee," said Heron, sounding doubtful. "I don't know. That's a pretty steep bet."

"You sound just like a river chicken. Bawk bawk bawk."

"Oh, alright. Fine. But if I win, I guess you have to do the same thing. Sing about how girls are stupid, and be my **** for a week, and all that stuff."

Limber hesitated for just a second, but she'd already made the bet. She couldn't lose face in front of Heron now. Anyway, singing a song in front of the boys didn't sound so bad. And what was the worst thing her could make her do as a ****? Clean his kitchen? The risk was worth the reward of having him fan her with a palm leaf and bring him drinks all day long, while she made fun of him.

"Fine," she said. "You're on."