So I saw an indigo bunting today, and the legendary pilliated woodpecker, and a snowy egret flew downstream, scaring a great blue heron from a tree.
Then two bald eagles swooped us away to their nest! There we found a bald eagle-eating coyote threatening the nestlings! So I took out my banjo and played threatening bald eagle-eating coyote bluegrass music, to add effect. Then Beth lept onto his back and wrestled him out of the tree to the raging creek below! The currents swept them down stream.
Quickly I jumped from tree to tree having no time to check my spelling. I grabbed a vine and dove in after her. The mighty toothed trout nibbled my toes but I paddled as hard as I could. I found some spiders and squeezed them to give myself web gloves. This allowed me to catch up to the beast and Beth. With Beth on my back and the coyote under arm I swam them to shore. After receiving a round of applause from the squirrels, rabbits, turtles, and deer, we ran teh coyote to the vet. Luckily, he was resuscitated.
He’s under out bed right now :-)
and they all lived happily ever after
the end
but then
the coyote started eating Bert’s head! It mistook him for a bald eagle!
O the horror!
Christine came onto the scene with her bicycle pump of power! The ice bitch summoned samurai penguin to aid in subduing the beast. With his sfork of amazing mysticism and super cool samurai helmet, the penguin zappowithed the coyote while Christine pulled Bert from his jaws. She slapped his face but there was no response. Then she knew what she needed to do, and took great pleasure in it!
Bert was revived and after downing a few shots pulled out his drunken boxing to help samurai penguin toss bald eagle-eating coyote out the window. Now it is a little known fact that bald eagle eating coyotes have springy tails that allow them to land safely, but what this bald eagle-eating coyote did not know was that his tail was broken by samurai penguin, who knew that the springy tail existed! So when he tried to bounce, he ended up making a coyote shaped hole in the pavement below ala Looney Toons. Out of nowhere the bald eagles showed up to pick apart the coyote and feed it to their nestlings, making the circle complete.
On their way back they pooped on Elizabeth and Erin’s heads as they ran along White Clay Creek Road. Enraged, the girls began to set fire to the woods around them! Sensing danger, Smokey the bear disapperated into the woods. With his mighty shovel in hand and a bucket of water, he poured, covered, and stirred the ashes. He then smote Elizabeth who said bald eagles should die. But then Erin used her leprechaun powers to raise Elizabeth from the dead!
Then Smokey ate colleen.
Erin tried to bring her back to life but then realized she didn't have those powers as a leprechaun! Across White Clay creek, at the hidden golf course, leprechauns galore noticed that their leader had returned and flocked to Erin. Though some died crossing the creek and others were eaten by star-nosed moles, there was a mighty force assembled. Despite popular belief, the leprecauns were a jolly breed that simply came into the university seeking an education.
But soon chaos ensued.
Rowdy college kids, seeing the color green, automatically saw reason to celebrate with beverages of the alcoholic brand, because obviously, if short people were wearing green, it must be st. patty's day. President Roselle, hearing of the situation, sent out an anti-leprechaun task force, but then he received word that Harvard was admitting leprechauns and quickly recalled the force. It really would not have mattered, for the leprechauns had allied themselves with the owls, who ruled the campus at night (unless you count the rowdy drunks, then they would be the ones who ruled the night and not the owls).
this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine
this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine
this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine
this little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine
let it shine
let it shine
let it shine
Now the owls really were of little consequence. The important thing is they were creatures of the night. Being as such, they knew the secrets of the night, and other creatures who came in it. One such creature was Trogdor, the Burninator.
Trogdor was a man
I mean, he was a dragon man
or maybe he was just a dragon
anyway, he was still Trogdor
Unfortunately, Trogdor was in the big rock candy mountains, where you never change your socks and little streams of alcohol come trickling down the rock (I’m really suprised more people don't live there, seems like a good deal to me, I’m moving there this coming fall). Fortunately, the president did not know this, because Sara had released mice into his yard which kept him preoccupied from checking the news at night. You know, because the mice would scratch on the walls and keep him distracted, and then he would hit the walls with a lamp because he was getting really frustrated because the mice were scratching. But really it wasn't so much the scratching as it was the neurotoxins on their fur that he would breathe in that commanded him not to watch the news so he wouldn't know the Trogdor was on vacation in the big rock candy mountains.
But the mice had thier own hidden agenda! They wanted to wipe out the bald eagle population because they were being eaten by them! So while they were in the president’s house, they stole his keys and opened up the labs and created the bald eagle-eating coyote.
And so the story comes to an end, a full circle from whence it began to the ending which is in our midst.
Now the ending is interesting in that it is the same as the beginning, thus making it a full circle
360 degrees of story
the completeness can be summed up as 2pi r,
not pi r,
but 2pi r.
Same as pi*diameter.
The circumference of the circle of the story, which is now over with the two little words, both three letters long, one beggining with an e, and one ending in e, a full circle in their own right.
the end
