They said to err is human, to accidentally vaporize a harbour requires a Grandiloquent Aunt on a Griffon. The end.

“Grandiloquent, really? You err nephew. Harbour no rancor nor resentment, I’m your aunt not your mother. Your griffon, your mess!”

Grandiloquent Griffon’s docking clamps released; I panicked. Aunt Err’s words echoed: “Harbours are safe, but ships aren’t built for that.”

My Auntie Griffon is not often grandiloquent, but she errs on the side of pomp when confronting the harbour board.

Room 317, Grandiloquent Hotel: his aunt dead. Griffon cleans the blade. He harbours no resentment. People err. But, only once.

You lot just have to make it difficult, don’t you? You’re all way too good at this! Judging commencing now – I’ll make a new post announcing the winner.