Story #25

"Ready. Set. GO!" And they were off. They geronimoed over the cliff and did cartwheels all the way down to a frozen lake. Hitting the ice like patties slapped upon the grill they slide, belly side up, gaining momentum as the moose looked on and sighed. He was remembering a long lost love, a katydid, and their problematic attempts at fornication. "It'd be too much for any leaf bug," she had explained, referring to his giant penis. Meanwhile, they reached the edge of the lake and fell off, plummeting into an abyss of moose drool, dissolving into joyful regret.