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The Legend of Spoon Paw, the Fairly Uneducated Chapter 2 Panelist: Spoon-Paw It was a seemingly
normal day on the island of Bad Guy Island.
The sun was out and shiny things were starting to slowly come out of the
ground. Everything on the
island was under the rule of Not Nice Claw the fiendish lemur ruler.
No one questioned Not Nice Claw, not even his post-it notes.
Anyone who did
question him would get a slight slap on the wrist.
And anyone who didn’t question him didn’t get a slight slap on the
wrist. And the ones who just
thought about questions to ask him he didn’t really care about because he
didn’t know whether they were thinking of questions to ask him or just
thinking about big fisheys or if they weren’t thinking at all. But then
that’s impossible not to think…or is it?
Think about it, or better yet don’t think.
I don’t have enough time to ponder stuff like that; I’m busy
narrating the story. I bet you
don’t even care who I am. I bet
you just want me to finish narrating the story.
I bet you’d like that a lot. So I’ll do that. Recently Not Nice Claw
had been plotting an evil plot (which will really be the plot of the story.)
He was plotting to take over Salamandastron (bum bum bum)!
With an evil plot like that in mind no one can stop him…or can they?
No, I’m pretty sure no one can stop him…oh, okay.
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