Once upon a time there was an ac
e mule, who tripped
over nets laid by a rab
bit. torrential rain was on the way so he thought "to escape is where my thoughts I must
direct". Connecting the jumbled thoughts in his head he formulated a plan for escape.
He shouted as loud as he could
bear. Shares in earplugs were at an all time high when a travellin
g nuttella salesman heard his cries and came to investigate. "This is no time to
nap, 'sterrible storm brewing" said the salesman and freed the mule from the nets.
The mule got to his feet, thanked the man and let out a cry of relief:
KAZAA!
The end.
(you're right, this is kind of fun.)
((All mistakes in the above post were intentional
))