Can you write an interesting paragraph or 2 or more that includes these phrases?
1. When in doubt, pay attention!!
2. The door flew open and there stood_________.
3. You are a vewy, vewy stwange wabbit.
4. Why do all the alien obductions take place in Alabama trailerparks?!
5. I don’t know about you, but I think I just soiled my pants.
6. Let’s not. Let’s not. Let’s not panic.
You know when the stresses of life are getting a bit much for you when your dreams take on a life of their own…and start intruding more and more into what jokingly passes for reality.
Take my situation for example, for me normal life is normally about as normal as my dream time companions Norman the nomadic Norseman and his travelling menagerie; Mr Thud, Mr wabbit and Sunshine Macgillicutty… That is to say that “normal” is a totally erroneous construct invented by man with no basis in either history or reason.
A few days back i visited the bank to plead my innocence in the matter of a check that might have bounced a wee bit. It was going about as well as could be expected, I had past the
“lets not, lets not, lets not panic” stage and was sitting in the bank managers office going over my transgressions when…
The door flew open and there stood Norman and friends. my banker was just telling me “when in doubt, pay attention!!..are you listening Mr Zarathustra?” when the whole troop marched into the office to give me moral support. This was not entirely welcome .
Its very hard to keep a straight face when a 4ft 10″ munchkin wearing a dear stalker cap brandishing a double barrelled shot gun is taking aim at your banker saying “you are a vewy, vewy, strwange wabbit.”. One could say that this pales in comparrison to a 380lb viking singing the “spam” song in the corner with backing vocals supplied from a cartoon Mr wabbit dressed up as Brunhilde. I rallied to the challenge of course, not that I had any choice in the matter.
Sunshine was normally to be relied upon to keep things in perspective … i looked over to her in desperation and she provided me with my “out”.
“perhaps he’s an answers fan? why not ask him why do all the alien abductions take place in alabama?” she whispered as she started putting her flute to her lips to join in the wagnarian duet.
It was a long shot, but it was all i had. i posed the question as best i could in the circumstances… My banker manager looked at me strangely and was about to answer when mr Thud pulled the trigger and the room was filled with black cartoon smoke.
When it cleared only myself and my banker were left, alone and covered with sooty residue and looking for all the world like a pair of black and white minstrals.
“I dont know about you ,Mr Zarathustra, but i think i just soiled my pants…” he intoned without undue emotion.
“think your self lucky old chap, i have to put up with that every night.” I replied.
He nodded with a suprising look of understanding…
“yes, but here and now thats not the issue…” he said as the door creaked open “… im afraid my 10pm meating has just arrived, you had better run now.”
I nodded and made tracks, briefly saying hello to Zena, Goofy and the cast of Shreck as i made my way out of his office.
Aliens to invade Alabama
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