Once upon a time there was a person who did a thing that had some sort of effect due to the nature of things having effects during this time in which this person existed.
It was one of those places where you couldn’t get away with anything and sometimes pants rained down from trees.
You could say that it was a bit of an odd time in an odd place that is referred to only in a general sense, but then again, maybe you can’t. It was difficult to tell.
Sometimes trees rained down from pants. When that happened, you’d have all sorts of trouble involving avalanches, storms, clean up, running, dancing, eating, discussion, prancing, jousting, chaos, sensibility, and pants.
Every now and then you’d see stones turn themselves around, but only if they were part of a cobblestone pathway. You’d have to be careful if it was happening around you as there was a chance that you’d fall over so hard you’d slam into the walls of the buildings that surrounded your area of walking, thus causing some sort of unmitigated collateral damage.
You’d be able to get up and dust yourself off, but the buildings wouldn’t have an easy a time of recuperation, so you had to make sure that you didn’t get caught in the stones as they turned because, mostly, you had to think of the buildings and what they had to experience.
Of course, most people didn’t actually think twice and continually made the same mistakes over and over again, leading to plenty of stress, lost hair, mishaps and fists being shaken in an angry way.
This was a place that didn’t seem to know what being silly was. It was complete sensible all the time. Even the time when the giant floating hippo came along and began shooting rabid echidnas from it’s mouth all over the area, leading to some sort of battle for survival and enduring longevity.
It was pretty vicious and intense, but it was mostly vicious and full-on.
A lot of lives were changed on that day and it was something that didn’t seem like it could be surmounted, but for unknown reasons, the hippo floated off elsewhere, probably feeling somewhat bored after the whole ordeal that it decided to unleash upon everyone for no discernible reason.
Perhaps it was some sort of representation of the continually being selfish of the residents as they seemed uncaring about the world around them and continued to commit some sort of cruel, heinous act, such as leaving a button that should be buttoned unbuttoned, or putting cheese, mushrooms and marzipan all into a smoothie and then drinking the resultant combination.
It’s hard to tell as to why it attacked, but only it knew and no one knows if it still exists.
The main thing is that lives seemed to change for the better after that ungainly attack, which is good.
So anyway, once upon a time there was a person who did a thing…
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 09:28:92
Once again, I have not been writing enough so I decided to try and churn something out as quickly as I could (surprising I know) and tried as much as I could to make it up as I went along.
It could be better.
Written at home.