Horrid Borrid sat on the chessboard and peeled a banana.
His brother Morrid shoved some mud in his left ear and laughed maniacally.
"Horrid!" said Horrid, as he attempted to extract the mud with his banana, but ended up just getting in a muddy, banana-y mess.
"Why?" said Morrid, pointing at the chessboard.
"Strategic computations," said Horrid.
"Uh?" said Morrid.
Horrid stood and squished his muddy banana into the centre of the chessboard.
"Ah," said Morrid.
Horrid Borrid was triumphant.
Morrid Borrid was an elephant.
"No!" said Horrid. "No! No! No!" And he picked up the chessboard and struck his brother cranially several times.
Morrid, conceding his lack of trunk and leathery skin, rolled over in the dirt and trumpeted conciliatorily.
[ end of HB1 ]