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The Letter
(Author's Note – This is my first random story. Inspired by a Monty Python type letter. This is a letter to myself, from myself describing the events at Mt. Mountain.)
Dear Craig,
I am delighted to say I have successfully made it to Mt. Mountain. I am on the very bottom's pointiest point as I write this letter to you. It is very cold here, so cold in fact that I have to strip every few minutes. I've also met a peacock who's name is Jeremy. Jeremy can do magical tricks, including turning my pet monkey Captain Walnut into a piece of pie. I was terribly thirsty so I ate Captain Walnut the former-monkey turned pie. I regret it dearly now, as Jeremy wants to turn me into pie.
Anyway, a strange woman came to see me yesterday. She came up to me and asked me: "Do you know what way South is?" Considering I am in the North, how was I supposed to know where South was? I gave her a quick tap with my walking cane and she was off on her way, as quick as a duck. Jeremy the peacock chased after her and eventually tripped over a rock strangely shaped like George Washington. I picked up the rock and since its likeness to George Washington was so uncanny, I called it Pete.
And so we came to the plan. Pete and I were beginning to dislike Jeremy so we were plotting his destruction. Jeremy never slept however and always had his eye on us. And when I say 'eye', I do mean 'eye'. Jeremy only has one eye and he uses it to spy on us. Pete believes it's the source of his power to turn people into pies but I told him: "Don't talk about coffee again."
Later that night I awoke to the sound of a rock shaped like George Washington called Pete fighting a peacock named Jeremy who could turn things into pies. And let me tell you, that sound is not a nice thing to hear. I quickly awoke and kicked Jeremy in the head. I picked up Pete and put him down near the fire. Pete was hot so I had to cool him down. But to my surprise, Pete suddenly caught on fire. I quickly stood on Pete to put the fire out but when I lifted my foot I found to my surprise that Pete had vanished. All that remained was a wrapper of a candy bar. Now there was only Jeremy, Alison and I left.
As I continue writing this letter I have found out that Jeremy is not actually a peacock. He's actually a South-Australian warthog that speaks Spanish. I discovered this when an old man appeared out of nowhere. He said: "Can I use your bathroom?" So I told him: "How dare you say I'm fat!" And I shoved the candy bar wrapper into his face and he stumbled backwards. He tripped over Jeremy and knocked his head on a rock. Jeremy and the old man had suddenly disappeared when the old man had hit the ground. Now I was alone.
Tomorrow I shall be leaving Mt. Mountain and return home. Right now I don't exactly know where home is, but I'll eventually find a kitchen sink. I will miss Jeremy, Pete, the old man and the woman. All I have left is this candy bar wrapper. I am glad to say that the candy bar wrapper and I are getting married. You shall have the invitation in my next letter. Until then, I say: "Farewell!"
Yours truly,
Craig
The Letter
(Author's Note – This is my first random story. Inspired by a Monty Python type letter. This is a letter to myself, from myself describing the events at Mt. Mountain.)
Dear Craig,
I am delighted to say I have successfully made it to Mt. Mountain. I am on the very bottom's pointiest point as I write this letter to you. It is very cold here, so cold in fact that I have to strip every few minutes. I've also met a peacock who's name is Jeremy. Jeremy can do magical tricks, including turning my pet monkey Captain Walnut into a piece of pie. I was terribly thirsty so I ate Captain Walnut the former-monkey turned pie. I regret it dearly now, as Jeremy wants to turn me into pie.
Anyway, a strange woman came to see me yesterday. She came up to me and asked me: "Do you know what way South is?" Considering I am in the North, how was I supposed to know where South was? I gave her a quick tap with my walking cane and she was off on her way, as quick as a duck. Jeremy the peacock chased after her and eventually tripped over a rock strangely shaped like George Washington. I picked up the rock and since its likeness to George Washington was so uncanny, I called it Pete.
And so we came to the plan. Pete and I were beginning to dislike Jeremy so we were plotting his destruction. Jeremy never slept however and always had his eye on us. And when I say 'eye', I do mean 'eye'. Jeremy only has one eye and he uses it to spy on us. Pete believes it's the source of his power to turn people into pies but I told him: "Don't talk about coffee again."
Later that night I awoke to the sound of a rock shaped like George Washington called Pete fighting a peacock named Jeremy who could turn things into pies. And let me tell you, that sound is not a nice thing to hear. I quickly awoke and kicked Jeremy in the head. I picked up Pete and put him down near the fire. Pete was hot so I had to cool him down. But to my surprise, Pete suddenly caught on fire. I quickly stood on Pete to put the fire out but when I lifted my foot I found to my surprise that Pete had vanished. All that remained was a wrapper of a candy bar. Now there was only Jeremy, Alison and I left.
As I continue writing this letter I have found out that Jeremy is not actually a peacock. He's actually a South-Australian warthog that speaks Spanish. I discovered this when an old man appeared out of nowhere. He said: "Can I use your bathroom?" So I told him: "How dare you say I'm fat!" And I shoved the candy bar wrapper into his face and he stumbled backwards. He tripped over Jeremy and knocked his head on a rock. Jeremy and the old man had suddenly disappeared when the old man had hit the ground. Now I was alone.
Tomorrow I shall be leaving Mt. Mountain and return home. Right now I don't exactly know where home is, but I'll eventually find a kitchen sink. I will miss Jeremy, Pete, the old man and the woman. All I have left is this candy bar wrapper. I am glad to say that the candy bar wrapper and I are getting married. You shall have the invitation in my next letter. Until then, I say: "Farewell!"
Yours truly,
Craig
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