In The Beginning....


          A long place ago in a time far, far away, there lived a short, quiet little gnome. Although he lived in a humble hole in the ground, he was known throughout the entire world for his red hair. In fact, he was so well known for his hair that people who saw him sometimes said - "hey, that guy has red hair!" And they were Right.



           Now, Neglid, our quiet red- headed gnome friend, was no ordinary gnome. He had great powers beyond description. One time, when he was walking through town, he was almost trampled by a bunch of teenage girls who thought they had just sighted Justin Timberlake. I say almost, because it turned out that he was able to avoid the stampede. Now that's what I call great power.

          So, it came to pass that Neglid the great went for a long walk, unsure of where he was going, or when he would return. It was a warm summer morning, one of those days that you can't help but do nothing of any signifagance because it's just not that sort of day. The weevles were singing and there was joy in the air. As Neglid walked along through the woods, a thought came to his mind. What would happen, if all of a sudden, everyone had their own slurpee machine? certainly there would be no more 7-elevens around, that is for sure, but what of the social implications? For instance, how could one ask a pretty girl on a casual date - certanly not by suggesting that they go get a slurpee together! On the other hand, perhaps the medical community would put it's self to use for once and develope something practical. A cure for brainfreeze!!! Indeed, perhaps even some sort of anti-brainfreese pills or something to prevent the problem all together. What a wonderfull world this would be, eh?


           (for those of you who are, at this point, confused as to how this relates to the bedsheet boys, just hold on, you'll find out eventually!)But, how likely would that be? So, Putting the whole issue out of his mind, he continued on, thinking about other things. Now our hero, Neglid, was walking along, minding his own buisness, enjoying the fresh air, the smell of the stinkbugs, and all that other stuff that you and I so often forget to do, when all of a sudden, he fell into a gorge. Being unconcious, he was unable to use any of his powers, and so, he was swept away by the mighty trickling brook at the bottom of the gorge. When he came to he was in a rather large barn, with a string tied to his big toe (no, his shoes wern't missing, he's a gnome! everyone knows that gnomes wear flip-flops... where have you been?). Realising that this was a rather strange situation, he carefully untied the string from his toe, and began to explore his surroundings.

          In front of him was a wall. The wall went all the way up to the roof. Looking around, he realised that there were similar walls both on the left, and right of him, and even in back of him! Even stranger than this was the fact that in one corner (that's where two walls meet) there was an easle (no, i don't care if that's spelled right, ok?). On the eisle was a painting of a golden eagle about to be consumed by fire. Not an eagle made of gold, mind you, but a golden eagle... it's a specific type, ya know? At any rate, this sufficed to freak out our short statured friend, so he found the door, walked out, and seeing noone around, he went back home.

the end


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