The interior of the caravan looked a mess. All the walls and fitments had been ruined, the crockery and plates were nothing but shards for him to be careful of, and the seats around the van were ripped and destroyed beyond repair. Various different objects had been placed around too, and this made Jared’s job of moving around in it difficult.

As he moved further up the van, he spotted the only thing that was in good condition: a medium-sized mirror. Jared looked into it and saw another Jared looking back at him. However, this Jared was a broken, ruined version of himself. Oil from his tearing headlight had stained the front of his bumper, and his face was unable to hold, let alone create a smile. He looked at himself for a few more seconds, and then he burst into oil.

“What have…I done?” He cried to himself. “I’m a terrible, worthless, bad, bad, awful, disgusting, undeserving, pathetic liver!” He screamed at the top of his voice.
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Illustration and text extract from Chillwind story 'Mr Bossy Tyres', which can be read by following this link: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/33878170/
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