The day began in a usual fashion. The sun rose, my alarm went off, and I attempted to smash it to pieces. No such luck. The incessant ringing was too much for me to bear, and I was forced to get out of bed to turn it off.
Now I was up. The bright light shining through the window made me squint. I turned away. I was suddenly faced with the bathroom door. What wonders would it hold for me today? I decided to investigate. Slowly creeping towards the opening, I was poised, ready for attack. With a quick jab of my foot, the door swung open revealing...
“Micky!! Would you mind?”
A highly dangerous Texan shaving monster in a towel! I had to act swiftly to avoid confrontation with this rare beast. For if it were to attack... the consequences would be grave. So, using my quick reflexes and mind, I pulled the door shut. Phew, that was a close shave. A close shave! Get it? A close shave!! Sometimes I’m just too much!
So, after defusing that highly explosive situation, I felt my stomach rumble and realised that I was indeed hungry. I would have to forage for food. I made my way out of the sleeping quarters, battling thick vegetation.
Finally I found my self at a cliffs edge. I searched for a way down. There didn’t seem to be any accessible way down. I had use my initiative, and slide down the cliff, trying my best not to injure my highly sensitive posterior.
I landed at the bottom with no effort. Now was the time to explore this strange, new land. It was sparsely vegetated, compared to my base above the cliff. I looked around, hoping to see some signs of life. Then suddenly I saw it. It was moving toward me, talking in some strange language.
“Morning Mick.”
Good thing my eyesight is so advanced, or I may not have seen the tiny creature. It was a good 3 feet shorter than me. I tried to communicate.
“Hello.” I talked slowly and clearly “Do you have any food?”
“Wot? Why are you talking funny?”
“I am hungry.”
“Well, get something to eat.”
Communication seemed futile to the native. I decided to move on. As I was walking, I thought I could smell food. Food, glorious food! My keen sense of smell led me to a small clearing, where a man was cooking. He turned to look at me.
“Good Morning Micky!”
“Morning, stranger.”
“Stranger? Micky, are you alright?”
“Food. I need food...”
“Oh, alright...”
He seemed to understand me. I took a seat and welcomed the pancakes with my mouth. They satisfied my hunger well. I turned to thank the strange blond man. But I almost choked when I was what he was conversing with... The Texan shaving monster! I fled back to my base. Mission complete.