VaryTales

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Sunday, February 25, 2007

But one thing he did see, other than grass, was a sign that said...

...KEEP ON THE GRASS. BY ORDER OF THE BEARDED GOAT THAT LIVES UP THE VALLEY. PUNISHABLE BY BAD KARAOKE.

Well, Orlando wasn't much a fan of bad Karaoke. Or even his identical evil twin sister, good Karaoke.

"I'm positively terrified that I might be punished by bad Karaoke's embroidery," Orlando thank to himself, "which would end my life as I know it. Oh, how I wish Dave were here."

Little did he know, suspect, or even regularly dream about, the fact that Dave had also fallen victim to the curved watermelon roof. Now deeply unconscious, he was curled up in the amber cavity of a traffic light that was migrating north for the winter season.

Knowing that it was his only chance of escape that didn't involve Marmite and Australia Post, Orlando opened up his silly little trolley bag, and reached in for his...