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Even although Rosalind conceeded as she was unwell, I've decided to write my attempt anyway, just because I feel it's time for a spot of randomness. :-D
THE NAME CHANGE
Once there was a young man. This young man happened to be called Freddy McGinty. Freddy lived in a house made entirely out of peppermints, and these peppermints could be used to determine the difference between a diabetic sheep and a purple kettle. One day, young Freddy decided that his identity would have to change. People in his country, which was Honduras, thought that his name was Russian for monkey-fish, and his house was an evil mixture of flat giraffe syrup and potato juice.
So Freddy packed his caravan, and went on a mission, leading deep into the east coast of West Honduras. There, he found an elderly lemon called Yitterbiumlos. Yitterbiumlos was kind enough to relinquish his teeth, and he also supplied Freddy with a map - a map which would allow him to transform into any animal - but not just any animal - it was the animal of whichever country he pointed at on the map which he would be turned into, so say, if he pointed at Australia, he would be turned into a kangaroo, if he pointed at Kenya, he would be turned into a Lion, and if he pointed at Qatar, he would be turned into a large yellow bullfrog.
After Freddy had received this map from Yitterbiumlos' mansion made of turnips, he headed southwards towards the North Pole, where he decided he could meet his next contact - Plub. Plub had been a great friend of his back in the old days, and Plub could set him off in the direction of Corsica, where he could find yet another contact. And indeed, Plub had some very interesting information for our Freddy - "Tomato fish," he said, "Will not give away any clues as to the whereabouts of the mountain elephants. You will have to let go of their toenails before finding a suitable sailor." Freddy was confuzzled, but his quest had to go on. "To Sri Lanka!" he shouted, to his pet dog, Armathateus.
Soon, they arrived in Corsica, and soon found out that the insides of their nostrils were not orange, as thought - they are luminous red. Corsica, it turned out, was the home of a geriatric fishmonger called Frédéric Les Lapin Du Broulliards Des Mon C'etait Oranges Arpingtenttion (FLLDBDMCOA for short). FLLDBDMCOA told Freddy of a secret cave in Sri Lanka, and inside the cave, he was also told that there was a man who could change his identity for good. "Je ne suis pas les ordinateur avec mes pain-grille championnat des bonbons ou les soeurs des bon régardé." said FLLDBDMCAO while sucking on a trout's left ventricle.
Freddy, using the secret map he had aqquired back in Honduras, pointed at Paraguay, and as expected, turned into a yacht. He then found the cave of Sri Lanka, and inside it, he found a man called Percy Potheringham Ponluxidite. He requested an identity change from Percy, and Percy granted his wish, changing his name from Freddy McGinty to Santiago Camacho. He also changed his house from peppermints into oven pineapples, and Freddy, or, er, Santiago, headed back home, content with his change.
When he arrived home, he was greeted with the news that his house now meant "Holy toilet", in Arabic, and that his name was Spanish for "Overly buxom toad-carrot" - and so began another adventure into the wonderful world of Freddy McGinty/Santiago Camacho.
Yeah, well. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
THE NAME CHANGE
Once there was a young man. This young man happened to be called Freddy McGinty. Freddy lived in a house made entirely out of peppermints, and these peppermints could be used to determine the difference between a diabetic sheep and a purple kettle. One day, young Freddy decided that his identity would have to change. People in his country, which was Honduras, thought that his name was Russian for monkey-fish, and his house was an evil mixture of flat giraffe syrup and potato juice.
So Freddy packed his caravan, and went on a mission, leading deep into the east coast of West Honduras. There, he found an elderly lemon called Yitterbiumlos. Yitterbiumlos was kind enough to relinquish his teeth, and he also supplied Freddy with a map - a map which would allow him to transform into any animal - but not just any animal - it was the animal of whichever country he pointed at on the map which he would be turned into, so say, if he pointed at Australia, he would be turned into a kangaroo, if he pointed at Kenya, he would be turned into a Lion, and if he pointed at Qatar, he would be turned into a large yellow bullfrog.
After Freddy had received this map from Yitterbiumlos' mansion made of turnips, he headed southwards towards the North Pole, where he decided he could meet his next contact - Plub. Plub had been a great friend of his back in the old days, and Plub could set him off in the direction of Corsica, where he could find yet another contact. And indeed, Plub had some very interesting information for our Freddy - "Tomato fish," he said, "Will not give away any clues as to the whereabouts of the mountain elephants. You will have to let go of their toenails before finding a suitable sailor." Freddy was confuzzled, but his quest had to go on. "To Sri Lanka!" he shouted, to his pet dog, Armathateus.
Soon, they arrived in Corsica, and soon found out that the insides of their nostrils were not orange, as thought - they are luminous red. Corsica, it turned out, was the home of a geriatric fishmonger called Frédéric Les Lapin Du Broulliards Des Mon C'etait Oranges Arpingtenttion (FLLDBDMCOA for short). FLLDBDMCOA told Freddy of a secret cave in Sri Lanka, and inside the cave, he was also told that there was a man who could change his identity for good. "Je ne suis pas les ordinateur avec mes pain-grille championnat des bonbons ou les soeurs des bon régardé." said FLLDBDMCAO while sucking on a trout's left ventricle.
Freddy, using the secret map he had aqquired back in Honduras, pointed at Paraguay, and as expected, turned into a yacht. He then found the cave of Sri Lanka, and inside it, he found a man called Percy Potheringham Ponluxidite. He requested an identity change from Percy, and Percy granted his wish, changing his name from Freddy McGinty to Santiago Camacho. He also changed his house from peppermints into oven pineapples, and Freddy, or, er, Santiago, headed back home, content with his change.
When he arrived home, he was greeted with the news that his house now meant "Holy toilet", in Arabic, and that his name was Spanish for "Overly buxom toad-carrot" - and so began another adventure into the wonderful world of Freddy McGinty/Santiago Camacho.
Yeah, well. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Bah.
FLLDBDMCOA for short
Genius!
Well done Mr. JaffroJoefro.
Great post.
Genius!
Well done Mr. JaffroJoefro.
Great post.
Heh!
I want one of those maps, in fact, I demand one. Now.
I want one of those maps, in fact, I demand one. Now.
Even although Rosalind conceeded as she was unwell, I've decided to write my attempt anyway, just because I feel it's time for a spot of randomness. :-D
THE NAME CHANGE
Once there was a young man. This young man happened to be called Freddy McGinty. Freddy lived in a house made entirely out of peppermints, and these peppermints could be used to determine the difference between a diabetic sheep and a purple kettle. One day, young Freddy decided that his identity would have to change. People in his country, which was Honduras, thought that his name was Russian for monkey-fish, and his house was an evil mixture of flat giraffe syrup and potato juice.
So Freddy packed his caravan, and went on a mission, leading deep into the east coast of West Honduras. There, he found an elderly lemon called Yitterbiumlos. Yitterbiumlos was kind enough to relinquish his teeth, and he also supplied Freddy with a map - a map which would allow him to transform into any animal - but not just any animal - it was the animal of whichever country he pointed at on the map which he would be turned into, so say, if he pointed at Australia, he would be turned into a kangaroo, if he pointed at Kenya, he would be turned into a Lion, and if he pointed at Qatar, he would be turned into a large yellow bullfrog.
After Freddy had received this map from Yitterbiumlos' mansion made of turnips, he headed southwards towards the North Pole, where he decided he could meet his next contact - Plub. Plub had been a great friend of his back in the old days, and Plub could set him off in the direction of Corsica, where he could find yet another contact. And indeed, Plub had some very interesting information for our Freddy - "Tomato fish," he said, "Will not give away any clues as to the whereabouts of the mountain elephants. You will have to let go of their toenails before finding a suitable sailor." Freddy was confuzzled, but his quest had to go on. "To Sri Lanka!" he shouted, to his pet dog, Armathateus.
Soon, they arrived in Corsica, and soon found out that the insides of their nostrils were not orange, as thought - they are luminous red. Corsica, it turned out, was the home of a geriatric fishmonger called Frédéric Les Lapin Du Broulliards Des Mon C'etait Oranges Arpingtenttion (FLLDBDMCOA for short). FLLDBDMCOA told Freddy of a secret cave in Sri Lanka, and inside the cave, he was also told that there was a man who could change his identity for good. "Je ne suis pas les ordinateur avec mes pain-grille championnat des bonbons ou les soeurs des bon régardé." said FLLDBDMCAO while sucking on a trout's left ventricle.
Freddy, using the secret map he had aqquired back in Honduras, pointed at Paraguay, and as expected, turned into a yacht. He then found the cave of Sri Lanka, and inside it, he found a man called Percy Potheringham Ponluxidite. He requested an identity change from Percy, and Percy granted his wish, changing his name from Freddy McGinty to Santiago Camacho. He also changed his house from peppermints into oven pineapples, and Freddy, or, er, Santiago, headed back home, content with his change.
When he arrived home, he was greeted with the news that his house now meant "Holy toilet", in Arabic, and that his name was Spanish for "Overly buxom toad-carrot" - and so began another adventure into the wonderful world of Freddy McGinty/Santiago Camacho.
Yeah, well. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
THE NAME CHANGE
Once there was a young man. This young man happened to be called Freddy McGinty. Freddy lived in a house made entirely out of peppermints, and these peppermints could be used to determine the difference between a diabetic sheep and a purple kettle. One day, young Freddy decided that his identity would have to change. People in his country, which was Honduras, thought that his name was Russian for monkey-fish, and his house was an evil mixture of flat giraffe syrup and potato juice.
So Freddy packed his caravan, and went on a mission, leading deep into the east coast of West Honduras. There, he found an elderly lemon called Yitterbiumlos. Yitterbiumlos was kind enough to relinquish his teeth, and he also supplied Freddy with a map - a map which would allow him to transform into any animal - but not just any animal - it was the animal of whichever country he pointed at on the map which he would be turned into, so say, if he pointed at Australia, he would be turned into a kangaroo, if he pointed at Kenya, he would be turned into a Lion, and if he pointed at Qatar, he would be turned into a large yellow bullfrog.
After Freddy had received this map from Yitterbiumlos' mansion made of turnips, he headed southwards towards the North Pole, where he decided he could meet his next contact - Plub. Plub had been a great friend of his back in the old days, and Plub could set him off in the direction of Corsica, where he could find yet another contact. And indeed, Plub had some very interesting information for our Freddy - "Tomato fish," he said, "Will not give away any clues as to the whereabouts of the mountain elephants. You will have to let go of their toenails before finding a suitable sailor." Freddy was confuzzled, but his quest had to go on. "To Sri Lanka!" he shouted, to his pet dog, Armathateus.
Soon, they arrived in Corsica, and soon found out that the insides of their nostrils were not orange, as thought - they are luminous red. Corsica, it turned out, was the home of a geriatric fishmonger called Frédéric Les Lapin Du Broulliards Des Mon C'etait Oranges Arpingtenttion (FLLDBDMCOA for short). FLLDBDMCOA told Freddy of a secret cave in Sri Lanka, and inside the cave, he was also told that there was a man who could change his identity for good. "Je ne suis pas les ordinateur avec mes pain-grille championnat des bonbons ou les soeurs des bon régardé." said FLLDBDMCAO while sucking on a trout's left ventricle.
Freddy, using the secret map he had aqquired back in Honduras, pointed at Paraguay, and as expected, turned into a yacht. He then found the cave of Sri Lanka, and inside it, he found a man called Percy Potheringham Ponluxidite. He requested an identity change from Percy, and Percy granted his wish, changing his name from Freddy McGinty to Santiago Camacho. He also changed his house from peppermints into oven pineapples, and Freddy, or, er, Santiago, headed back home, content with his change.
When he arrived home, he was greeted with the news that his house now meant "Holy toilet", in Arabic, and that his name was Spanish for "Overly buxom toad-carrot" - and so began another adventure into the wonderful world of Freddy McGinty/Santiago Camacho.
Yeah, well. BWAHAHAHAHAHA!