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| A deer is standing in the field. It is thinking. It is our friend, the pondering deer. He is mad. People keep calling him bitch. He decides that instead of standing there pondering, he's going to make observations, and then ponder. He doesn't know how though. He looks at a rock. Then he tries to ponder about the rock. This rock had a very interesting history. A man was killed over this rock. He was actually murdered. He knew he was going to be murdered. His death symbolized more than I can ever fit in this journal. His blood flowed over this rock, that which didn't make it into a collections dish. More specifically, a cup. This man was one of the characters used by Oog. You'd better have guessed who this man was by now. Rhymes with Mesus. The deer looks at the rock. Uninteresting. He looks around for something with any significance. There's Boog. Asshole. The deer's head still hurts. He looks at the stupid stick. This beautifully engineered example of mankind's genius and capabilities. An and crawls across it. "Finally! Something I can ponder about!", the deer thinks. "Not simple & insignificant, like a rock or stick!", he thinks to himself. The ant is busy looking for food. It tirelessly runs around, collecting food for the winter ahead. Next to the ant is a grasshopper. He is just sitting there. He is not collecting food. "Boy will he be sorry!", the ant thought. His stack was almost complete. He yelled to the grasshopper: "Hey stupid! You'd better get some food for the winter! I'm not sharing my food! Why are you just staring at me? Do something! Say something!......Hey idiot!" Just then, the stack fell over. It crushed the ant. Now the grasshopper had all that food for himself. He didn't collect it though. He just sat there. The pondering deer looked at the grasshopper. "Interesting", he thought. "The ant payed so much attention to the grasshopper that he failed to pay attention to any danger in his surrondi-BONK!! Another stick. This one was not as skillfully crafted. It still hurt like hell, though. The deer staggered to its feet, just to see a huge guy, madly charging. He was really huge. He looked like He-Man. This man was Coog. Not as gifted as his brothers mentally, but no one in the land was in better physical shape than Coog. The deer prepared to trample Coog. He took off. Wham! Coog head-butted him. The deer was knocked unconscious. Coog slung him over his shoulders and brought the deer back to impress his cave-hos. On the way back, he thought about how astonished they'd be to see that he captured a live deer. The deer dreamed. |
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