A storm had rose on east Traxťön. Hidden in the storm was Daffanie, Star, Copper, and Winston. However, this tale is about Winston, Winston WillaFred. Or, known as, the W.W. Now back to the storm. There was lighting striking the edges of each tree. Each tree surrounding them. They where a group called the Dast Cowi. Each of them looked around at their surroundings, in complete silence. All of them nervous of if it would spread to them. But, there sat Winston brain storming. Thoughts fought into his mind but instead he blurted out a specific one. “Even in all this chaos, there is calculation!” Announced Winston proudly. “Oh shut up, NERD! Not everything needs a confusing math problem!” Replied Copper, clearly irritated. “Well actually if you but the powers together and add X to Z, than put V at approximately y23c and then-“ Star stopped Winston in his blabber. “Will you shush! You two need to learn that not everything needs problem can be solved by fighting! If we want to make it out of here we will need to do somthing called…. Called…. What’s the word?” “Cooperation?” Daffanie replied in confusion. “Yes! Yes that. If we work together we will get this done faster!

PART 1 OF WINSTON WILLAFRED, tell me if you want a part 2