Why the Long F- oh, screw it...
In this room, this very normal-looking room, there lies a little hand grenade with a painting of a horse on it in red paint. Seeing also that there's a sturdy rock nearby to provide cover, you remove the pin and huck the explosive at the far wall, diving behind the rock to avoid the shrapnel and general death. True to its word the grenade explodes, but when you peek your beanie-wearing head out from behind the rock to investigate, you see not a gaping hole, but a cloud of sparkly pink smoke that quickly envelops the room, smelling like hay.
"HEY-EY-EY-EY!" you whinny, for lo, your ears are pointed, your face long, your nostrils huge, your eyes dark, and your body hairy, hoofed, and tailed! An anthropomorphic horse you be, sweet-smelling and warm.
"REE-HEE-HEE-HEE-HEE!" you neigh as the ground cracks from under you, sending you tumbling through a portal of blueness! You awaken on a plain, where an Amish woman drops her washing at the sight of you.
"IT'S HORRRRIBLLLE! IT AIN'T NATURALLLL!" As she runs screaming into the distance, you wonder what other wacky adventures are in store for you on this day.
Written by Mr.Peaches on 17 July 2007
The end (for now)