July 20, 2007

a short story i wrote...7 years ago!

My Wild Night as Santa's Elf

One morning I was a normal teenage boy. Well, I don't know about the normal part, anyway, I was Steve. The very next morning I was an elf?! Poor deminuative Steve! At first I thought it was a dream, but I soon realized it wasn't when I fell out of bed because my legs weren't long enough to reach the floor. Then I pulled a huge chair over to the window so I could pull the shades up. It was an awful morning. It was one of those winter mornings where when you open the shade the room gets darker. There was S-N-O-W on the ground! "Way to much sn...wait, what's that rumbling sound?" I slowly turned around and faced the beast, it was my cat. Unfortunatly I was so dwarfed that it could have been called a "catosaurous".
Now my cat, whose name was Joe, was not any ordinary cat. He was a very, very, very, very, very, very fat cat! Then the most remarkable thing happened! He talked! Joe actually said meow! wow!!!

My catosaurous is white by the way. Since I had nothing else to do besides go insane, lose my mind and forget what I forgot, I decided to tell Joe a "blonde joke". "Joey" I ask, "what did you do when you roamed into the flee market?" no response. "you itched! jah jah jah!!!"
Suddenly a phone rang. So I answered it, "Hello?" The voice at the other end, "Hi, ho, ho, ho! will you be an elf and make toys for me?" "Well..." I responded.
"Great! Come on over!" In a matter of seconds, I was sucked into the phone and ended up in santa's workshop! What a journey! I was freezing in those boxers i had on! "brrr!" Then, out of the gray, santa came and took me into his workshop. What a sight! millions and millions of toys were being built and wrapped for millions and millions of children!
Then I saw Mrs. Claus. "Hello Mrs. Claus" I said. She responded, "I'm not Mrs. Claus I'm her daughter."
I said, "You mean you're Mrs. Claus and her daughter? How can you be your own mother?!"
She started laughing and then when she stopped she said she was going back to the "Imagination station".
"No! Are you crazy, do you want to become your own grandma?!" I said to her as she approached the "Imagination station" Santa came back and wanted me to make toys for all the good little girls and boys. I asked what the big chug was talking about. That was the end of me! That didn't fly over nearly as well as I was flying after old st. Nick delivered a knuckle sandwich right in the grill!
                       
                               THE END!

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