Date 5015, the 56 month of the year.
I was climbing the famous Almond Mountains in Russia, it was quite misty as it had been raining beforehand. I was very high now, so I turned around to look at the view and I saw a big kangaroo chasing me. I started sprinting hard out but he was gaining on me fast.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw the famous stolen banana dirt bike and it had petrol in it. I couldn't resist to try it. Then I remembered the kangaroo. It was so close now I could hear it bounding after me, so I jumped on the dirt bike as I had ran towards it when I had first seen it. I revved it and took off. Leaving the kangaroo coughing in my dust.
I was keeping a good lookout for World War I and II trenches that hadn't been filled in , silly people. Further on I came driving through a little group of Hotels in the middle of nowhere. I was puzzled as I was wondering if anyone lived here. Out came some partly naked people, only a bit of hippo skin covered them. They were dark skinned and quite tall. They started talking to me in Maori, which I know, so I started talking back (I did quite well at my languages at school). They said they came from New Zealand by boat to help with the fighting (which they are good at). They made Hotels themselves, which I think is awesome. They said they would give me hospitality and they would clean up the dirt bike which was quite dirty from all the riding.
I went into one of the hotels in quite good shape. I went up the stairs as a tired man. I went into the bedroom and flopped onto the bed. It had been a tiring day. I lay awake for as long as I could remember, thinking about the day that had passed. Probably the most epic day anyone has ever had. Chased by a kangaroo, found the famous banana dirt bike, found Maori living in Hotels in the middle of nowhere. I finally felt my eyes dropping from dowsiness and went to sleep thinking Russia is a strange and puzzling place.
No comments:
Post a Comment