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It was a sad day for little Bonzo bean. He just had his nails clipped by the evil ship lord of Canon. Not long after this suddenly he was at this place and you become him so here you are. Here I am and that was all. Here we go now. I was standing staring at a male. It was me in the mirror and I was in a race; a race where whoever finished first would win and I was just that type of prize. Elephants start your engines and ride the sunset �til dark. I looked up to see a giant rock quickly approaching. I pulled the ear and veered the elephant of mine clear off the track. The next thing I knew was that I was in quicksand. Elephants are no good in quicksand, I had to act fast. Miraculously something happened and I got out of the quicksand, but not without being sedated, wrapped in a big cloth bag and taken hostage by little people. Of course being dragged for miles over sharp stones of the land hurt, but it was the retched smell of the bag that convinced me I had to somehow escape, but how. It was then I got the greatest idea of my life, unfortunately my greatest idea didn�t workout, but it was a good one nonetheless. I stood up and started yelling and hopping around trying to scare the dickens out of the little people by tricking then into thinking that I was a cloth bag monster. All I remember is something hitting me in the head and then I was naked, tied to a pole and was rotating above a very open and hot fire. Oh yeah, and an apple was in my mouth, �yum granny smith,� I said causing the apple to fall into the fire. It was the moment I spoke that the little people started beating my head again until I went unconscious, but I would not let then have the satisfaction so I made myself faint. Ha, that got them. Or did it? The elder did not believe that I was dead and he wanted to make sure himself. So they cut me from the pole and placed me on the ground before the elder. I leaped up into the air. Swinging on a chandelier and peeing all over the little people, I yodeled in triumph. I could just see the looks on all the little people�s faces, but that was enough thinking. The fact of the matter was that I was still stuck in the cloth bag. I stopped with fantasying about my greatest idea and assessed the problem. Eventually the little people stopped. They opened the bag that I was in. I pocked my head out just like a turd does when you really have to go, and I certainly did. After soiling myself, I climbed out of the bag and danced my magical excrement down my pant leg and let it drop into the white sand. Apparently the little people were more than I bargained for, whatever the hell that is supposed to mean. I ran and swept my foot through three little people and they smashed upon the cavern wall and exploded into flaming confetti. More came at me so I kick them really hard too and enjoyed the beautiful effects. I liked to see the confetti and streamers so much that I chased the rest of the little people all over the cave kicking them and making them explode. When I was done I left the cave. I never left the quicksand. Somehow I shrunk and fell into a cave in the quicksand. All I could see outside the cave was sand and the small foot of my elephant dangling from the sky. I ticked the elephant foot and it kicked around to avoid my tickling. Ha ha ha, oh you are all so silly. THE END. |
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