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where there would

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and couraged soldiers

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the story so far

Once upon a time, in a house on a prairie that was made of wood, three birds flew. Swooping low they took careful aim at his head as he dozed off to dream... but they missed. They circled around to find me. Fortunately by then, I got my shotgun, but missed the birds after they flew behind the house. Three dark strangers turned to run the other side of the woody prairie. Late at night, while she sleeps, there was a noise in the dark. Spock called out... no one replied. He called again. She was shocked. As she disrobed the dressmaker's mannequin the lights faded.
"Damn that meter," said the stranger.
"Never mind the meter! I need a thrupenny bit now, to pay the local weed seller a small amount off my bill for cabbage and carrots! With what's left I will make a nice bikini to give away to a lassie or a laddie..." who looked shocked in a bikini; scared of water; scared of everything that went away... but then discovered... health and safety inspectors, who were searching for health and safety but instead found something glowing inside an empty barrel which usually contained nothing very much. But occasionally, a few fireflies crept in on a full moon to hold a séance while chanting "We love Seti!"

Someone was listening to this performance from another dimension when TL04 admitted that the doctor was also earwigging. The story heard - even on mars - 'there was life after death but not before'. Somehow, to banish author from doing a move (to hide the evidence from the empty barrel - sitting next to a maple tree growing in the corner of the enchanted topiary garden...) where the herbalist was preparing to plant a bunch of funny seeds growing extraordinary plants that would reach... pretty much everywhere... Not painted green...

But a bright star is born near Sirius B. Aries fits in the dark sky, blue is seen around the edges, she goes surfing in star light... posing the question: "are there sharks who like to have you as an appetizer before the annual ritual, sacrificing the first born to honor the Wicca leader, a true Rosicrucian who never let bad energy get into the computer, destroying its GPU?"
"Always shut down and reboot...it"

Time and again the gremlin returns after Starbucks closes, having run out of CPU to rescue the RAM from the larger flock of horny ewes (melt in mouth like tender beef) served especially for fussy connoisseurs who hold their pinkies in their teeth. Claws, that is what my cat did not do to the poor dog of course that stretched for eternity et al until the restaurant threw us out. Not doing dishes that were made when story ends, in the beginning... but the barrel shows up empty. What to do? Go to sleep to dream big and figure out what is going to happen with the swooping birds as they grab the shotgun from the stranger with massive red hair? They survived---in---finitely... that is until Creators started Creating, musicians started playing, sound was born so artists started creating, they do for the bells of St. Mary's...

In a flash of a camera they saw light ahead of them but it was too late now to take it to the dark prairie house because the GPS had been taken over by granny's sattelite, which upset grandpa very much, so he grabbed his kazoo and began making the Music man, who wanted some food for thought, or maybe some illuminating new ideas to start up, like the Stones.

A bright thought, in dark places, where she goes to contemplate what moss is doing growing between her daffodils and roses. And up the side (to the left of the barrel) on the right of the shack in the shade where nothing but Free Willy plays in the water, sharks do exist in another dimension, retrieving strange signals from giant worms with nightvision goggles.

Looking for the alien amongst us, it became much easier to phone home again and take me beyond the stars in a shiny vessel that will wash itself with its tongue. Like our cat in a frenzied, fur-cleaning spasm, fully disorientated, now a toiletry feeling, the aliens landed in the 4th dimension of space/time. Before it existed beer was rare!
"No! It was??"
"Like hens teeth," so said jaws with silver teeth and silver tongue in golden silence while gazing into an empty barrel that needed filling with cold beer in the fridge. A big fridge that also had a special brand called Special Brew, only to drink when one is sober enough to clear the moss from the tree growing over the path to the outhouse door toilet... was found now for paper packaged in down.

Yet still no sign of the big empty barrel (that seemed half full of pickle juice and green dumplings) good for dipping your toes into while warm and covered with hair of the dog.
"How can this be?" said the doctor, replied as a doctor does, but saying that: "taking into consideration the universe now, he just went out of stardust, but you're our one and only alien chatline spokesfrog" who started croaking unusual ming dynasty that went with cheese on toast... the brass pool... but the poor spokesfrog was muted by hairy toes. A moment of clarity followed.
"HaHA..." said the Joker, "Clarity is not hidden by lies, but revealed by opening up the book of truth. But blank pages in our history may hold lessons on how we humans can live together on this tiny planet Earth without war ..."

Chapter Two

On return to the home planet we call ours, third from the Sun, safe haven from: cosmic rays; little green men; and UFO's (that are very shy when looking at how small their ray guns are)... nevertheless, they surely abducted a hillbilly from Beverly, where they were 'probed' on the ship that had many to choose from - of the type aliens will see that scares mankind 'Godzilla' will see where we are, then run for sound of music in the mountains. Yodelling loudly, the Yeti ran into the prairie house, only to find peace and love with Yetina, the hide moves start to shed sanity in a dream... cold fingers clawed across the chalkboard. Aaaaaaaaaaaah!
"Stop! Please! Have mercy on all aliens, Yeti's, and the little slightly deranged folk living in the barrel of pickles, sweet and sour alike."
Silence fell louder than words, it deafened one of the aliens, making his eyes, (who silently observed) fall off their magic carpet ride into a mug filled with tea. SPLOSH!
"This Earth," the alien said, "listen to me... is barking mad. So goes game of thrones... but should we say here be thorns, birds will say cheeeeep, twitter, warble Facebook saves day, but social life... Hairy one indeed goes down the Chrome Cube Lab in a swirl... and down the one direction only street that has been repaired."
To fix aliens here in a cul-de-sac where the space is cramped and impossible to somersault - especially wearing bells - to make sound that reverberates through the halls of the pentagon where bigwigs were discussing how to deal with weirdly-shaped lettuce... the treasury decided irradiation might be necessary to kill the forging racket at the centre of the universe... With the purpose within the eventhorizon of the black hole that is turning socks into little yellow frogs with fluffy bellies full of butterflies.
"My God it's full of stars!" ...could this be the beginning of the long journey through a wormhole?

In another dimension four fat mouse-like wise old men gazed in astonishment at the beautiful sight before them. A deep canyon encrusted with glittering rhinestones stood before them and the whole assembly begged forgiveness for time lost while looking for their missing socks... which went down the tube with a yellow submarine beneath the ocean, hidden in a Big empty barrel, that keeps causing a red herring to keep barrel floating above the waterline, which was littered with debris that upset E.T. and all the other aliens who decided to not share their knowledge with dumb people who don't understand the little questions we may ask when we're sleepy for a power-nap.
To awaken, revived, ready to begin the story again in one infinite soft-serve icecream served by a butler, of course, who knows secrets held within the cupboard under the old wooden shack... the wise men debate among themselves...
How to make, or rather create, a special craft to fly faster than the speed of light... and end of days... tunneling through the shack's back yard where there lives a hermit, with Kermit the frog and three dancing piggies who were celebrating the return of the wicked Wolf, who tried blowing their houses. They kept stand to ensure that never happens again in their lifetime, which could be asking for trouble as piggies do tend to play in the large lake in the wild, wild wood behind the castle built by the strong giant Goliath way back in the early days before the invention of hair extensions (which changed the looks of ladies' well coiffed bouffant into an even, baked until golden brown texture, like a big fluffy marshmallow above the fire on a stick held by the Town crier, saying the hunchback should: "climb down the bell tower and ring the bell *duh* to wake up and smell the sweet smell of new fried spam."
But the ogre who hated spam said, "beware the SPAM that is! The message says: "no more spam, it is forbidden by the great to eat thursdays, or rather Thorsdays else you incur the wrath of the Troll of the bridge to uncharted doom of Thors spam sandwich on the pedestal.""
To the minions in the village the mayor said, "everyone eat cake!"
"What? No bread?! To be divided??" shouted the peasants, who were ready to vote in a potato king election that week which will decide the fate of so many people that were under the reign of the big green Troll of the valley of Shangri-La - where there would be great mysteries and unfathomable objects for those brave and couraged soldiers who dare to stand up against the jolly green pea tree and say "Yaboo!" to Pooh the bear.

Chapter Three

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three weeks they

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