Rampaging Rumpalope: Humorous Fantasy

The rumpalope stopped dead in the middle of the street and swung its great, ponderous head around in confusion. A massive groan went up from the people watching from their windows. The purplish tinge around its eyes could mean only one thing: bad spell. Some incompetent wizard had bungled the rumpalope spell. Again. The last time, the rumpalope had decided that it could fly. This would have resulted only in the loss of the rumpalope, if it hadn't decided to try flying from the top of the castle roof. After it blundered its way up the stairs to the tallest tower, the so-called security of the keep had been completely destroyed. The next week, when invaders attempted to conquer the city, they'd been so confused that they'd turned around and headed out again, saying that they'd try a decent city next time, one that knew how to be invaded.


Inspiration: I was reading the weekly installment of Lawrence Watt-Evan's The Spriggan Mirror, and decided that I should try to attempt some funny fantasy, along the lines of the Ethshar series or Terry Pratchett's Discworld novels.
Story Potential: Medium-low.
Finished Length: Short story.
Notes: Rumpalope. Hee!