Chapter 1 - The Story of The Magical Llamas
Ok. So, what do you want to read about? The origin of the Magical llamas? How fast can they go to the bathroom on Mr. Jenkin's lawn before he can come out and start spazzing? Or how about some random story about their greatest feat against their worst enemy? Well. I REALLY don't want to learn about the bathroom thing. And the origin sounds boring. So let's go with that feat story.
Once upon a time, there was a guy named Mr. Jenkins. Yep, the same one that I mentioned before. He was a fairly old man, about 60 or so. And very grumpy. Being single, it figured. He very much depended on his coffee in the morning to really get him awake. And if he forgot... uh, let's not talk about that. So anyway, after a nice sip of coffee, and a hot shower, he would go outside on his front porch and listen to the birds sing, and read his daily newspaper. But sometimes, he would come across those.. ok, being a narrator, I have to put things in exact words. So sometimes, he would come across those-*deep breath*- Slippin rippin bargadong ding dong craka dacka fickle trickle r-dizzle fo-shizzle my-nizzle off-the-hizzle-drizzle fudge-eating underpants poopie-bloopie ding-dong buttheads, also known as the three magical llamas. Why is he known to spazz out in front of the llamas, you ask? Well, let's just say that "those three llamas are nothing but trouble."
Now, these llamas aren't baaaaddddd, they are just known to pull a few pranks once in a while. In fact, they are actually nice llamas. They are even known to talk once in a while. (DO NOT say the nice stuff I was talking about to Mr. Jenkins.) Now, at that moment, while Mr. Jenkins was reading about that magnitude 7 earthquake that rumbled across Haiti, those exact llamas were hatching another one of their devious-uh, I mean creative- plans of theirs. Let us tune in to some of the action....
END OF Chapter 1. Next chapter coming soon!
Ok. So, what do you want to read about? The origin of the Magical llamas? How fast can they go to the bathroom on Mr. Jenkin's lawn before he can come out and start spazzing? Or how about some random story about their greatest feat against their worst enemy? Well. I REALLY don't want to learn about the bathroom thing. And the origin sounds boring. So let's go with that feat story.
Once upon a time, there was a guy named Mr. Jenkins. Yep, the same one that I mentioned before. He was a fairly old man, about 60 or so. And very grumpy. Being single, it figured. He very much depended on his coffee in the morning to really get him awake. And if he forgot... uh, let's not talk about that. So anyway, after a nice sip of coffee, and a hot shower, he would go outside on his front porch and listen to the birds sing, and read his daily newspaper. But sometimes, he would come across those.. ok, being a narrator, I have to put things in exact words. So sometimes, he would come across those-*deep breath*- Slippin rippin bargadong ding dong craka dacka fickle trickle r-dizzle fo-shizzle my-nizzle off-the-hizzle-drizzle fudge-eating underpants poopie-bloopie ding-dong buttheads, also known as the three magical llamas. Why is he known to spazz out in front of the llamas, you ask? Well, let's just say that "those three llamas are nothing but trouble."
Now, these llamas aren't baaaaddddd, they are just known to pull a few pranks once in a while. In fact, they are actually nice llamas. They are even known to talk once in a while. (DO NOT say the nice stuff I was talking about to Mr. Jenkins.) Now, at that moment, while Mr. Jenkins was reading about that magnitude 7 earthquake that rumbled across Haiti, those exact llamas were hatching another one of their devious-uh, I mean creative- plans of theirs. Let us tune in to some of the action....
END OF Chapter 1. Next chapter coming soon!