Double O Story
I am going to the moon soon. The reason is that I stepped in dog poo. Well not only that. I am also being chased by goons. It all started when I used my rook to kill the king of an opponent in a chess tournament. The man I was opposing turned out to be the leader of a criminal corporation. They cooperate well together. Not blundering fools like in the movies. The leader cries out "Gadzooks" as if only surprised by his sudden loss of the game. Then men in the onlooking crowd yell "Moo" as if only differentiating from the social norm. And then they are upon you. Luckily I am smarter than that and suspected code when he first uttered the sound of consonant G. Right then I had risen from the table and sprinted towards the auditorium doors. Once out the front door I began crossing the wide lawn before me. But on the way I stepped in dog poo, as mentioned earlier. Now thoroughly embarrassed I used my travel spoon to get it off. But a loon began laughing at me. And not just any old loon. This was a real loon, laughing at me!
So I crawled into a nook between two wicker walls. And the wicker walls turned out to be the walls of the entrance to a balloon. My balloon! I decided to fly it to the moon then. So here I am. Passing over a brook. Thank goodness I told my cook to stay in the balloon. But it is really too bad that my spoon was soiled.
I looked out my window to see the loon, the very one from before. But now it was mutilated. The mere thought of mutilation of birds spooked me. So this very tangible one before knocked me off my rocker. As I fell to the floor I knocked steering wheel to the side, causing us to violently swerve and tumble. The balloon fell to the ground.
I was marooned. The balloon was destroyed and my cook was missing. He must have fallen out on the way down. Because I was marooned I needed sustenance, such as water. I remembered the brook we had passed over and headed in that direction. I gulped down the cool, cool water. And out of it crawled my cook, the fool! He was even still holding the stool he had been sitting on when he fell! Then it began to rain.
Now we were cooped up in a cave on the western side of a small mountain. We used the stool as firewood. Luckily the balloon basket had still been somewhat intact so we could save the goods. Soup, vegetables, cereal, and the television. So we watched cartoons all night. We were lucky to have found the cave's power outlet, otherwise we would have been bored out of our minds.
The next morning I awoke to my cook reading a cook-book. He had gotten it from the cave's public library. We had found a lot interesting things the last night. The library was hidden behind a hidden door behind a hidden antechamber behind a hidden hole in the rock. Beyond the library we found a pool. But it was just any pool. It was the fountain of Yooth. Yep, Yooth, not Youth. It said so on a sign. When I drank some my cavity healed instantly. That never happens! But then the goons burst in, ruining my great, cavity free, mood.
What will happen to our brave heroes? Find out next time on Double O Story!
So I crawled into a nook between two wicker walls. And the wicker walls turned out to be the walls of the entrance to a balloon. My balloon! I decided to fly it to the moon then. So here I am. Passing over a brook. Thank goodness I told my cook to stay in the balloon. But it is really too bad that my spoon was soiled.
I looked out my window to see the loon, the very one from before. But now it was mutilated. The mere thought of mutilation of birds spooked me. So this very tangible one before knocked me off my rocker. As I fell to the floor I knocked steering wheel to the side, causing us to violently swerve and tumble. The balloon fell to the ground.
I was marooned. The balloon was destroyed and my cook was missing. He must have fallen out on the way down. Because I was marooned I needed sustenance, such as water. I remembered the brook we had passed over and headed in that direction. I gulped down the cool, cool water. And out of it crawled my cook, the fool! He was even still holding the stool he had been sitting on when he fell! Then it began to rain.
Now we were cooped up in a cave on the western side of a small mountain. We used the stool as firewood. Luckily the balloon basket had still been somewhat intact so we could save the goods. Soup, vegetables, cereal, and the television. So we watched cartoons all night. We were lucky to have found the cave's power outlet, otherwise we would have been bored out of our minds.
The next morning I awoke to my cook reading a cook-book. He had gotten it from the cave's public library. We had found a lot interesting things the last night. The library was hidden behind a hidden door behind a hidden antechamber behind a hidden hole in the rock. Beyond the library we found a pool. But it was just any pool. It was the fountain of Yooth. Yep, Yooth, not Youth. It said so on a sign. When I drank some my cavity healed instantly. That never happens! But then the goons burst in, ruining my great, cavity free, mood.
What will happen to our brave heroes? Find out next time on Double O Story!
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