I lay unconscious in a fieldsy. I am looking at nothing. My eyes face the sky. I am being dragged to a far away land. When I wake up from my coma, I gasp. My head was spinning, eyes watering, stomach growling, in DEEP agony. I was sooo hungry. Have the gods answered my prayers? I stood up, dusted off my pants, and hopped in a shiny, red convertible car. I was sitting next to Guy Fieri. A single tear streamed down my face. We were heading to no other than Bacteria's Italian grill. Their speciality is deep fried rats, cheesy beef, meatballs, pork, and gallons of melted ice cream.
-JeanCheval
