Chocolate Killed My Best Friend (A Short Story)
It was September 15th, 2248. Three years after my freak pogostick accident(which is a story for another time) and my friend GlenCoco and I decided to use the time machine we had purchased from eBay.As we were leaving my white toy poodle, Killer, jumped in and knockedthe dial. We were then transported to the distant past.
Once we arrived we stepped outside, and it was a beautiful sight. Thesky was crystal clear since it had not been polluted by humans forthousands of years. The landscape was a beautiful desert plain, andwhile Killer was sniffing around, I noticed a cave.
I asked Glen "Do you want to go into the cave?". He replied, "What ev'".
We slowly approached the huge cave, once we stepped in I was startledto see two cave people standing there. There was a male and a female.The male was about 3 foot tall, and had a 2 foot long beard, he wouldcontinually beat his head with his wooden club. The female was clothedin the latest tiger skin wear.We could not communicate but we soonfound a common interest, Disco. One thing most people do not know isthat Disco is an ancient art form traced back to recivilization.Luckily, I had brought a battery operated Disco Ball and batteries. Wetaught them many new dance moves such as the 'hustle' and the'robot'.Killer was particularly good at the 'robot'.
Glen eventually gotten tired from "shaking his groove thang", anddecided to eat one of his chocolate bars he brought along. This was not smartsince everyone knows lions are attracted to chocolate. A lion almostinstantaneously appeared. When he roared it sounded like a cow mooing.Glen laughed, and then the lion started chasing us.We ran out of the cave and darted back to the time machine. The lion kept gaining on us so I grabbed one of Glen's chocolate bars and threwit in the opposite direction. Glen yelled "No!", and leapt for the chocolate bar. I yelled out to him"Don't do it", but it was too late.
My best friend was dead. He was then immediately mauled and killed bythe lion. Killer and I then went to the time machine to get away fromthe lion. After we transported back to 2248, we had a funeral for Glen.His gravestone read, "He died for the thing he loved most, Chocolate".
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
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