“I can see all of Paris from here!” Jean grasped the gargoyle and leaned forward.
“Jean, that death grip you have on his horn might make him angry.”
“He’s just stone, Anton” Jean rapped his knuckles on the gargoyle’s head, “Falling is much more terrifying than he is!”
“THINK AGAIN.” The gargoyle turned.
Jean was devoured within minutes.
“I REALLY HATE IT WHEN THEY GRAB MY HORN. IT’S THE ONLY ONE I HAVE LEFT.”
“I did warn him.”