Now back sometime, long ago I came to a big, empty road. It was surrounded by trees, that looked like keys, and there was and awkward breeze. Now I walked down the road, for about a mile, and I came to a rock that was out of style, and it was about the size of a boulder, and it was in the middle of the road.
Why the rock was there, I don’t know why, but the rock started purring, the wind stopped, and it became cold. So I stood there burring, the rock was purring, and nothing was stirring and it was weird.
So I jumped over the rock and ran down the road, I came to a fox who was wearing a code, he had on socks that were scary and old, and it was weird. I wanted to leave. I began to sigh, I wanted to cry because I could not fly away, and I didn’t like being with the fox. “Why do you cry?” the fox asked, “It’s ok, as I always say, when in doubt turn to page fifty.”
“Why fifty?” I asked. “Because fifty is nifty,” he replied, “it’s not very thrifty, it isn’t shifty, and it always has good advice.” So I reached in my pocket and found a book, and the cover had a cook. I turned to page fifty and it was titled, How to Fly.
I read the instructions. I checked them twice. It gave me an equation, so I read it thrice. The answer came out to three. The fox walked over and asked, “What happened? How was your advice? Now do you see, why page fifty? Doesn’t it help out nice?” I looked at the fox and saw something on his face, he had chicken pox. So I ran from the fox who had chicken pox, and wore weird socks. I jumped up, said three, and I flew away. Away from the road, away from fox’s code, away from the rock, away from the socks, and away from the chicken pox.
I came to a sea, and I was filled with glee, I saw a great, big box. I could use it to sail away. I would be away from the rock and socks. So I jumped in the box, and pushed away, off into the sea, off into the day, but the box became soggy and boggy and sank. So I began to swim. I swam with my head, I swam with my toes, I swam unnaturally, I swam in pose. I swam all day, until my body was numb, and I came to a beach, that was covered in sun. “What a surprise,” I said, “I came to a rock, I came to a fox, I came to a box that broke. I had to swim all the way here, until I was good and cold. Now I come to the sun which is fun, and is good for a run.”
Then my mom came to me and took me home and said, “Come on in, I’ve got good food on the stove.” And that’s what happened, long ago, when I came to that empty road. The trees looked like keys, there was an awkward breeze, and please, don’t send me back.