Looking outside one dreary afternoon, I decided to go get the mail. This was a tough job and perilous journey left me in doubt, but I shook the thought away.
As I walked across the carpet and into the hallway, I comtemplat
I paused in the hallway and wondered what to do next. Aha! Yes! I should open the door! But wait! There might be booby traps! I casually opened the door and stepped back, waiting for my sudden death. Nothing happened! I was safe! I slowly eased out the front door and into the wild.
When I stepped out into the wild, a great feeling came over me! This was it! I was going to do this! Then a came a low growl. I froze and looked slowly down. There, at my feet, was the most deadly, fiercest, ravaging house cat ever... I slid by, hoping not to be noticed, and was relived when she stooped down, ignoring me, all her focus on her prey of cat food.
I took the stairs one at a time, careful not to slip and wound myself. It was a tedious job, but I , being a warrior, was brave and made it off the stairs with great caution and finally, speed.
Up ahead was my target, and I made a beeline towards it.My quest was almost fulfilled! I paused and looked around, making sure no other being was trying to do my job. This was for me to do and me alone.
I was feet away from it when I realized the importance of my mission. I was in charge of the fate of the mail, I could do anything I pleased with it! And then I thought, why am I doing this? Yes, to restore my honor of forgotton mail in previous journeys. Yes, I would do this for honor's sake.
I sighed with relief as my hand touched the mailbox that held the prize inside. I had made it. I was a true warrior. My honor was restored and I was a new person. I lingered there, just laying my hand on the mailbox, contemplat
Oh.
That was... ...creative?
ReplyDeleteNice pics by the way.