Once - that being one of three times - the Earth was created in a flouroscent purple plastic bag. This was kept a secret. Accordingly, no one found out for several years, until time was invented, and incidental accidents occured, smoothly steaming out into regularity. Then matter, as a matter of fact, popped out of nowhere, and suddenly red shirts were lying flying in vacuum in the shapes of disguised noses. With mice camping in panic at his grubby feet a salmon looked bewildered at his own eyes from a distance, and quickly threw himself out a window. Consequently, a pair of one one-eyed boot became an imminent threat to the bumptious army man; one-eyed because it had only seen half the moon, boot because a damp grey sock had been nailed to its bottom, and threat because it had ears, covering his rounded nose, nearly half the size of a basketball court. They thought of evil. "Look what foolishness I've done, doing nothing but longing for security!" said the man, terrified at the sight of the boot. "Can you ever forgive me?" he cried, falling to his knees, only to realize that he had none. So he fell and fell, infinite amounts of endless years whirling past his mind in gusts of grief - until he reached eternity, swung round and danced his way home, just in time for tea.
Miss B.A. Vamposaur
Miss B.A. Vamposaur
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