"But I wanted to eat the pony and ride the muffin. Or was it ride the pony and eat the muffin?" Russell, the now fat 12 year-old, asked himself. He burped. "Yum! Pony!" Now he had to go to the dunny(Australian for toilet).
Then the owner of the pony ran up to me and said, "Your (beeping) friend ate my pony!"
"And what's wrong with that?" I asked.
"Oh nothing except that it's radioactive, never dies, multiplies, and either eats or kills whoever harmed it."
Russell now came from the bathroom feeling sick and went on a roller coaster 1,000 ft. high. Now that he threw up the rest of the pony, I took him home for questioning.
"So, you say you ate the radioactive pony?" I asked.
"Yes," you answer innocently.
"Then "it" will come back to kill you!!" I say ferociously.
"Okay," you respond calmly.
"Fine. See you tomorrow...if the pony doesn't eat you first."
During the night, Russell's house shook. The toilet erupted and the stuff that came out took the shape of a pony.
Russell, as his stupid-heavy-sleeping self, didn't hear or feel it. The pony went to Russell and ate him whole. Two kids were also in there. They asked the now awake Russell, "What are you in for?"
Russell answered, "Quack," and the pony was at the fair again. When another kid wanted to eat the pony, Russell said an earth shattering, "QUACK!!!!!!" and the pony disintergrated.
The kid ran away scared and Russell, along with the two kids who also were eaten, were on the ground. Then the kids floated away. They told Russell that the they had been dead for two hundred years and after this he ran to me. Oh, here he comes now. He asked me what I was writing and when he read it, he asked me how I knew what happened. I had been writing with the Fortune Pen, but that is for another story. However, this story would not have been true, had I not had the Fortune Pen.
Check next week for the story of the Fortune Pen!
