Once, a messy napkin began to think. He thought of narwhals, and magical potatoes, and unicorns. He thought of a horrible smelling piece of chalk he once met. He thought of winter, and how evil it was. He thought of bright blue cars, and balloons.
For a moment, he got off track. Hey, there's a red one floating away! He thought.
He got back on track. He thought of funny names like Moomoo the Duck. He thought of a man named Neil Ketter, and he thought of a cow. He thought of a peaceful Buddha candle, and he thought of a cat named Potato, and how much he hated the number 14. He thought of a computer on 2%. He thought about couches who hated farts. He thought of funny poetry. And quiet pickles. And some yarn, and salt and pepper, and a few marshmallows taking a walk, and he thought of Moomoo the Duck and how he would react if he drank coffee. And he thought of a girl, just the age of eleven, who's brilliant mind came up with fascinating characters and feelings. He thought about how one day, he knew this book would get over one thousand views. And so, for the sake of everyone who likes this book, thank you. Here is one last story. Just turn the page now.
~Rachel
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Messy napkins
RandomThese stories are pretty weird. Not scary, just weird. Involving magical potatoes, smelly chalk, AND SO MUCH MORE. You don't have to read it, but I think you might like it.
