Friday, 5 March 2010

Hunt


I was right all along.

This is the spot where we hid the treasure all those years ago. You didn't lose your memory at all, and you were never sick. We were just trying to be kind.

I'm sorry.

You have to return everything everyone ever gave you. I will do it. This hurts.

Puppets and frogs and witches and cats. Can you guess the odd one out? Find out if you got it right after the break. It won't hurt, won't feel a thing, the breaking.

I am the reigning champion and I am the king of this castle, and you my dear are nothing but a disgusting dirty rascal. Head, energy, neck, come to me direct. Visit me, adventure.

Jump into a bowl and swim through the plastic castle and wind, the fish food falls like rocks above you. Be careful, friend.

At the fair Rachel was winning prizes. She always wins these games and then gets dizzy. Inside was a very mysterious lady, perhaps she was called Mystic Mill, and she asks us to cross her palm with...bannanas...bannanas! And predicts big losses. But what about....me?

Step right up. Candy floss is the prize. The friends started fishing. We caught one and another but to me, this was impossible. And not fair. It has all come true. And we are in a pink flossy cloud, and we found our treasure.

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