Young Matthew was a normal, unassuming small child, who would run in the fields and catch the little birds and some such. But one day, one day! He caught the great white bird, and it grew into a tiger, that spake unto young matthew. “Lad! You have capture me and now you will be afflicted with a terrible curse! Muaha!” From that day on, matthew was one of “the beast” who in the dead of night come up to the the turnip patch and take them all!! Then he laugh his silly laugh! And the townsmen weep, weep for their fallen comrades, the turnips, who perished in the field, the field of battle, where brave men go to die, but will always be remembered.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
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That was rad!
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