If you are reading this then that means you made it through the first part of my story. I humbly thank you for your dedication to my works and wish to congratulate you.
Go on. Take a moment to pat yourself on the back. Maybe even say "I am a dedicated reader" out loud wherever you are.
If you are surrounded by a large amount of strangers please record it and send it to me via email. I would find it most amusing, especially if you are being a naughty human and reading this in the middle of your classroom. I'll even leave my email down at the bottom of this chapter.
Enough with our regularly scheduled ads, on with the story.
Mr Lola rolled for three very long days until he came across the Woods of the Moonookalaminoholafina, which is Mopian.
In English this means "The Not So Friendly 17 Legged Spider." Wow that's a mouthful and a half.
Mr Lola took a deep breath before slowly rolled into The
Woods of the Moonookalaminoholafina.
It was completely silent in those Woods of the Moonookalamino- oh forget it. I'll call the damn thing Woods of the Moo from now on.
My God, who comes up with these God awful names.
Mr Lola followed the stone path that lead through the Woods of the Moo. He was about half way through the creepy woods when he met the not so friendly 17 legged spider.
Mr Lola came into a clearing which had a beautiful field of lush, green grass and yellow flowers when suddenly the spider grabbed him from behind and pulled him in close.
The spider was dribbling green goo all over Mr Lola's beautiful, fluffy red body.
He tried wriggling free from its tight grip but it was to no avail. The spider started to sniff at Mr Lola's back, it's wet tongue gently licked the hairy ball, as if it was trying to get a taste of Mr Lola. He imagined the spider putting him in a pot of boiling water, seasoning him with salt and serving him along with spring rolls and a raw onion.
(thisisnotarealemail@dontevenbother.com)
Mr Lola thought that this was going to be the end when suddenly it asked with slightly bad grammar,
"Uh, why is you here?"
"I am going to the mountain," squeaked Mr Lola, shivering at the thought of why this humongous beast was asking him such a silly little question as that.
"Well, would you like me to take you there, free of charge? My legs are long and many, and I can have you through this forest in seven minutes."
Confused, and scared to decline, Mr Lola accept this offer without verbally questioning the spider.
And so they set off through the forest together, spider and Mopmop. Mortal foes no more. And on this short journey of seven minutes, Mr Lola learned that the not so friendly spider was really just a friendly spider.
If you skipped to the end of the chapter just to get my email address, then I must sincerely apologise. For, you see, I have instead decided to put my email address in the middle of two of the paragraphs to ensure you really do consume my story. Sorry not sorry.
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