d like a bird in a ca

ge. Only to be released when Waldo the Evil Chicken (previously mentioned for those who don't remember) let him out, in hopes to get some "green" off hi

s scaly ba

ck side of a boar walle

t. But he did not wa

nt to get it so easy. So he sent the man back to France where he plans to asasinate him late

ly, not caring w

hat time he got there, just that he could get his money and still look like a hero in the eyes of villins everywhere. Meanwhil

e, three badgers we

nt through the local corner st

rutting a

round like a couple of crazy ch

erries atop a c

arousel. It was their own fault for strutting through a corner rather than ar

ogantly strolling around on

ward and upward through the double-d

otted door th

rough the w

atery fr

ont garden. It was in the midday sun when Kylie walked to the ca

ravan and saw, to her horror, a ve

ry ugly hag trying to steal her p

urse from an open wi

ndow. She as

ked for it back, but the thief said n

othing that wa

rrented any real mention here. Instead, she called the po

stponed deal and declared it a jud

gement of th

e dark. Still, a pa

rticularly nasty little Jedi night was found skulking arounf the ba

rrier, not let

ting anyone thr

ow a tan

trum on the other si

de that is so

lely the most irr

elevant fact in this sto

dgey story. Maybe the next one will be b

latantly obvious yet maintaing an air of sc

orching heat and unbearable l

ludicrousness. Unfortunately, h

eat and ludricrousness was left behind, back where the stories became ex

emplary e

xamples of extremely exhausting ex

tra-terrestrial plo

ts to take over the uni

versal land of e

lephants. However they were too la

x in drugging the chili con carne, so fa