After the Saxophone lesson, Leprikorn performed his afternoon ritual of waddling to the bus stop, climbing the mountain steps to the bus and then repeating the same struggle at the other end of the ride. Leprikorn then found himself surrounded by many a girl also on their way to their respective homes. Leprikorn and his company chated of the big issues of life, love, relationships and of course the contents of this months issue of "Australian Skateboarding."

Once at home, he grabbed an article of food, a peanut butter and honey sandwich along side a refreshing splash of dark grape juice. After devouring this, Leprikorn went to his room where he, flicked on the 'box' and plonked himself down on his bed. Leprikorns least favorite show was on, Challenger. A game show with two eccentric idiots in their twentys attempting to impress little kids. After five minutes of annoying whining, Leprikorn was surprised to find his best friend, Buff, a fellow pencil case, standing in the doorway. The two met at last years Lonely Pencil Case Convention (LPCC) and have been best of friends ever since. Buff had just returned from Bali where he had spent the last two weeks tanning his synthetic skin. Buff wasn't due home till tomorrow but there was bad weather forecasted over the Timor Sea, so Buff took the earlier flight. His Mother had not allowed him to take his skateboard so he was quite anxious to do some sicko ollies and kickflips. So off the two went to the local skate park where they spent the next hours of their lives skating around and reaffirming their friendship.

Later that night, when Leprikorn was safe at home, after he had completed all his homework, had dinner and brushed his fur, Leprikorn was resting in bed and reading his favorite novel, "Spot takes a walk in the Park." At the time of 9pm his mother quietly knocked on his door and tipptoed into his bedroom.

"Hello son"

"Hello Mother, would it be possible for you to read me a few pages of my book?"

"Of course it would son, which pages would you like read."

"Everything was still and calm, and Spot was enjoying the fresh odours of dogs gone before him. The track he tread was one he knew well, within a couple of minutes he was on Lonely's Bridge crossing the Cooks river. Suddenly two youths apprered at the northern end, and another from the south. The young lads approaching Spot were only about 10 years old, however, as you would appreciate, this is a dog's physical peak. As these hungry youths drew closer to the younger Spot, they all produced flick knifes, the most common of assault weapons. Spot now knew that his days were limited, as he recognised the youths as the notorious "Punkers" gang. Without warning, the two lads from the north ran at Spot and slashed at his throat. Spot tried desperately to scream, but his vocal chords were severed. Spot felt a knee in the back, as litres of his blood gushed from his throat into the river below. Spot faced a certain, grulley death."

"Thankyou mother that was just smashing."

"Goodnight Leprikorn, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight mother, I love you."