Friday, August 23, 2002

All In All We Were All Just Bricks In The Wall

Original Title: History Of The Spork Pt. 5

Ford 1
Hey Hey guess what!Here is the long awaited addition to the story!
Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the Western Spiral Arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-eight million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.
This planet has (there is no had about it!) a problem. That problem lies somewhere on the large landmass in the northwestern hemisphere. In a warehouse owned by an insignificant little fish joint lies every remaining Spork in the Galaxy. More on that later, but for now back to the story (continuity is so demanding!).'
When Forkifeller regained consciousness, he was in an unfamiliar wooden room. He thought it slightly odd that the room be made of wood, as opposed to the Niatanium that the rest of the ship is made of. His first thought was of being transported off the ship. When he looked out of the porthole(??) he realized he was still on the ship. Had to be his, his clothes were strewn all about the room.
As he wondered aimlessly (he prefers the term "exploring") about the ship, he finds a room that must be the bridge. That is because it is the same bridge he remembers from before he began his journey. After figuring out what happened (the improbability field re-designed the ship), he called up a blueprint of the ship in it's current state. Immediatly Forkifeller fell in love with it's new look.
It appeared to be a wooden sailing ship. Only there was no sail. There were majestic wings spread outward from the sides of the ship. The rudder was designed to look like a beautifully crafted tail. The figurehead was intricatly carved to resemble the head of a great and mighty dragon.
It saddens me that each time I do this, I get closer and closer to the point of writing "The End." I am having far too much fun with this. I may go and expand upon it eventually, but after I get this "short story" done, I will probably move onto some other project. To be perfectly honest, I am only writing right now, so that I am not tempted to read my current book!

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