Let's tell a story four words at a time (Part 1)

to scarf down several

Deep fried pigeon eyes

with milk and cookies.

and Eskimo pies. Resulting

in repulsive flatulance and

severe stomach cramps accompanied

by uncontrolled opera singing.

Bizet’s, “Carmen” reverberated through

the woods, terrifying the

local fauna, who then

terrorized the unemployed meteorologists

secretly gathered to worship

Aeolus, God of Wind,

and keeper of the

keys to the secret

mystic treasure of the

blind taxi drivers of

Marakesh, who only eat

freeze dried armadillo ribs

. The next day, Rufus