"CRACK!" im awake. Confused by the sound i look under my bed to see a mouse now rendered squishy by the unforgiving trap which i set last night. "Bummer" i say aloud, i cant think of a better way to start my day than by cleaning up mouse remains. I leave the mess for later and sit up trying to force myself to wake, its 2am and the faint smell of smoke fills the air, i look around for the sorce of the smell when suddenly....
the sound of a soaring eagle, resounding in my ears like a freight train, has crashed into the my bedroom and its wing knocked over my bedside candle and has set the house a blaze. I rushed to my parents room and wake them. my parents were anything but exuberant when I said "I had set the house on fire" my father rushed to put out the fire when "BOOM!"..
The furnace had caused a huge explosion, fire spread similar to that of a naplam strike, I frantically ran out of the bonfire which had become my parents room, trying to find a way to get to my abode. I had some valuable things that I knew I would never be able to replace. Sprinting through the smoke and ash, as if i was Forest Gump in that one scene where bubba gets shot, I finally reached my room. I rushed in and found my pictures, my favorite books, and anything that had any sentimental value...
When a posse of roughriding cowboys that could be compared to a swarm of angry bumble bees, burst through the wall of my first floor bedroom, shouting and firing their six-shooters in the air. "My names WILD BILL screched a roughrider. Terrified, I tore out of the room, not knowing at all what was happening. One of the cowboys, all of which were on horses, came after me, whooping and hollering. I ran outside, only to see up in the air a space battle, with spaceships and lasers streaking across the sky. The cowboy too looked up, and while he was distracted I pulled him off his horse, mounted it, and rode to the beach, a couple miles away. I jumped off into the sand, and started to take stock off my situation when...
A talking pineapple approached me with a "Hello there chap, long way from home are we?" I, didn't want to be rude so I asked him politely, "well sir, where exactly am I?" He said "you are in Spain now, didn't you know?" I was totally shocked by this; I had managed to cross the atlantic ocean on a horse! I was pondering this when a few more assorted fruits came into view: there was an apple, a watermellon, a posse of grapes, and a tomato. The watermellon came up and said "you're not welcome here, ye see?" and threw one of the grapes at me viciously. I dodged this attack and responded "you know what is welcome here? my fist in your fruity face!" I punched the watermellon clean in the face splattering his watermellon brain like a egg exploding as it falls on the hard sidewalk.
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