| 7thgear |
01-29-2014 12:09 PM |
Unexplained My Problem .... Now!
My problem is that there is no problem at all.
You see, there once was a tree in a field of wheat. The tree had long roots which made digging a space shuttle up into the ground a troublesome inconvenience, for when the mole people arrived with their shovels there was no rain to flower their apricot pies.
A meeting of minds took place in the field over the crest to the west, a great meeting indeed for everyone in the county that could see with at least one eye and hear through at least one ear attended. You could imagine the vast amount of people such a tiny village could assemble given that there were only 1 person living per square kilometer of this multi-kilometer parcel of land.
The great thinkers thought and thunk until no more thoughts could be thought through the minds and had reached their conclusion. They would build a moat. Yes, a great big moat to feed the cows that were to come home that very spring before winter would whisk away their withered hides.
As the people rejoiced in celebration of their trouble’s solution a dark evil approached in a space far away. Mars had cracked in two and the half of the other side was hurling it self towards our Earth at a greater speed than even Einstein could imagine. It struck our planet with such force that it obliterated everyone on it without us even knowing it.
The end.
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