A long short story.

Suddenly, Craig heard a noise. PFFFFFFT. Then the doors to the large bus opened. Apparently this is the bus that wolves use when they have two legs. Five really large wolves exited, walking kind of funny. They started speaking to him.

"Where is the closest hardware store?"

Craig didn't know what to say, so he just blinked. The blinking must have been some sort of an answer to the wolves because they quietly sighed and left his presence. Somewhat disoriented and a little confused, Craig walked away humming the Kit-Kat bar theme song.

As he was walking, Craig saw a flyer posted on a telephone poll.

"Write a story about anything and everything that pops into your mind and submit it via Blogger."

Craig thought: What a good idea! So he jumped into his chariot and whipped his horses to ride. On his way home, he saw a strange billboard "Don't take hold of the reigns, let the reigns take hold of you."

Craig was always unquestionigly obedient, so he tied the reigns of his chariot around his waist in response to the billboard.

He would've sold his soul for an ounce of attention. Luckily for him, he didn't need to. People in their fancy cars and bicycles watched him being led, apparently, by the reigns to his place of dwelling. Some stopped to watch, some ignored him like every other person they ignored in San Francisco. Including the guy who jumps out of bushes to scare people.

When Craig finally got home, he had to find some place to park his chariot. So he stuck it in the garage next to his dragon.

As he was sitting down at his computer, Craig's little sister, Debbie, called his name. An interesting manuever considering Debbie is mute.

"Hey you! Hey...hey!", his sister somehow said.

"Yes Debbie?".

"Do we have any spam left?"

How is she doing this?, Craig thought. "No, I fed the last can to my horses and the dragon...or maybe I fed the last horses to my dragon and my spam." He shrugged after that last sentence, forgetting what the question was.

Craig started typing random nonsense at first. "Jru@ Yjod odmay mpmdmdr@" Then he realized something. Hey! This isn't nonsense!, he thought. No wait, yes it is.

Not worrying about punctuation, capitialization, spelling or even grammar, he decided to write about his day.

"When I woke up this morning, I never thought I'd write about waking up this morning. I rode my chariot into work today. I was called into my boss' office for making a 'spectacle' though. Can they fire you for riding a chariot? Apparently, yes.

"As I was out job-hunting, I came across a few things that I didn't know about. For instance, did you know that the capital of Finland isn't just the 'F'? Apparently there's a whole other capital, in fact it's a city or something.

"Also, when you ride in a chariot and you're yelling 'Yah!' trying to get your horses to go faster, in some instances, PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) gets mad.

"So today, I was just about to go home from the local arcade when a bus happened to stop right next to me and five, two-legged wolves came out and asked me where the nearest hardware store was. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just stood there, blinking. They must've thought that that was an answer, because they left. Then, on my way to my chariot, I saw a flyer telling me to write a blog about anything and everything that pops into my mind. So...here it is!:

Suddenly, Craig heard a noise. PFFFFFFT. Then the doors to the large bus opened. Apparently this is the bus that wolves use when they have two legs. Five really large wolves exited, walking kind of funny. They started speaking to him.

"Where is the closest hardware store?"

Craig didn't know what to say, so he just blinked. The blinking must have been some sort of an answer to the wolves because they quietly sighed and left his presence. Somewhat disoriented and a little confused, Craig walked away humming the Kit-Kat bar theme song.

As he was walking, Craig saw a flyer posted on a telephone poll.

"Write a story about anything and everything that pops into your mind and submit it via Blogger."

Craig thought: What a good idea! So he jumped into his chariot and whipped his horses to ride. On his way home, he saw a strange billboard "Don't take hold of the reigns, let the reigns take hold of you."

Craig was always unquestionigly obedient, so he tied the reigns of his chariot around his waist in response to the billboard.

He would've sold his soul for an ounce of attention. Luckily for him, he didn't need to. People in their fancy cars and bicycles watched him being led, apparently, by the reigns to his place of dwelling. Some stopped to watch, some ignored him like every other person they ignored in San Francisco. Including the guy who jumps out of bushes to scare people.

When Craig finally got home, he had to find some place to park his chariot. So he stuck it in the garage next to his dragon.

As he was sitting down at his computer, Craig's little sister, Debbie, called his name. An interesting manuever considering Debbie is mute.

"Hey you! Hey...hey!", his sister somehow said.

"Yes Debbie?".

"Do we have any spam left?"

How is she doing this?, Craig thought. "No, I fed the last can to my horses and the dragon...or maybe I fed the last horses to my dragon and my spam." He shrugged after that last sentence, forgetting what the question was.

Craig started typing random nonsense at first. "Jru@ Yjod odmay mpmdmdr@" Then he realized something. Hey! This isn't nonsense!, he thought. No wait, yes it is.

Not worrying about punctuation, capitialization, spelling or even grammar, he decided to write about his day.

"When I woke up this morning, I never thought I'd write about waking up this morning. I rode my chariot into work today. I was called into my boss' office for making a 'spectacle' though. Can they fire you for riding a chariot? Apparently, yes.

"As I was out job-hunting, I came across a few things that I didn't know about. For instance, did you know that the capital of Finland isn't just the 'F'? Apparently there's a whole other capital, in fact it's a city or something.

"Also, when you ride in a chariot and you're yelling 'Yah!' trying to get your horses to go faster, in some instances, PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) gets mad.

"So today, I was just about to go home from the local arcade when a bus happened to stop right next to me and five, two-legged wolves came out and asked me where the nearest hardware store was. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just stood there, blinking. They must've thought that that was an answer, because they left. Then, on my way to my chariot, I saw a flyer telling me to write a blog about anything and everything that pops into my mind. So...here it is!:

Suddenly, Craig heard a noise. PFFFFFFT. Then the doors to the large bus opened. Apparently this is the bus that wolves use when they have two legs. Five really large wolves exited, walking kind of funny. They started speaking to him.

"Where is the closest hardware store?"

Craig didn't know what to say, so he just blinked. The blinking must have been some sort of an answer to the wolves because they quietly sighed and left his presence. Somewhat disoriented and a little confused, Craig walked away humming the Kit-Kat bar theme song.

As he was walking, Craig saw a flyer posted on a telephone poll.

"Write a story about anything and everything that pops into your mind and submit it via Blogger."

Craig thought: What a good idea! So he jumped into his chariot and whipped his horses to ride. On his way home, he saw a strange billboard "Don't take hold of the reigns, let the reigns take hold of you."

Craig was always unquestionigly obedient, so he tied the reigns of his chariot around his waist in response to the billboard.

He would've sold his soul for an ounce of attention. Luckily for him, he didn't need to. People in their fancy cars and bicycles watched him being led, apparently, by the reigns to his place of dwelling. Some stopped to watch, some ignored him like every other person they ignored in San Francisco. Including the guy who jumps out of bushes to scare people.

When Craig finally got home, he had to find some place to park his chariot. So he stuck it in the garage next to his dragon.

As he was sitting down at his computer, Craig's little sister, Debbie, called his name. An interesting manuever considering Debbie is mute.

"Hey you! Hey...hey!", his sister somehow said.

"Yes Debbie?".

"Do we have any spam left?"

How is she doing this?, Craig thought. "No, I fed the last can to my horses and the dragon...or maybe I fed the last horses to my dragon and my spam." He shrugged after that last sentence, forgetting what the question was.

Craig started typing random nonsense at first. "Jru@ Yjod odmay mpmdmdr@" Then he realized something. Hey! This isn't nonsense!, he thought. No wait, yes it is.

Not worrying about punctuation, capitialization, spelling or even grammar, he decided to write about his day.

"When I woke up this morning, I never thought I'd write about waking up this morning. I rode my chariot into work today. I was called into my boss' office for making a 'spectacle' though. Can they fire you for riding a chariot? Apparently, yes.

"As I was out job-hunting, I came across a few things that I didn't know about. For instance, did you know that the capital of Finland isn't just the 'F'? Apparently there's a whole other capital, in fact it's a city or something.

"Also, when you ride in a chariot and you're yelling 'Yah!' trying to get your horses to go faster, in some instances, PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) gets mad.

"So today, I was just about to go home from the local arcade when a bus happened to stop right next to me and five, two-legged wolves came out and asked me where the nearest hardware store was. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just stood there, blinking. They must've thought that that was an answer, because they left. Then, on my way to my chariot, I saw a flyer telling me to write a blog about anything and everything that pops into my mind. So...here it is!:

Suddenly, Craig heard a noise. PFFFFFFT. Then the doors to the large bus opened. Apparently this is the bus that wolves use when they have two legs. Five really large wolves exited, walking kind of funny. They started speaking to him.

"Where is the closest hardware store?"

Craig didn't know what to say, so he just blinked. The blinking must have been some sort of an answer to the wolves because they quietly sighed and left his presence. Somewhat disoriented and a little confused, Craig walked away humming the Kit-Kat bar theme song.

As he was walking, Craig saw a flyer posted on a telephone poll.

"Write a story about anything and everything that pops into your mind and submit it via Blogger."

Craig thought: What a good idea! So he jumped into his chariot and whipped his horses to ride. On his way home, he saw a strange billboard "Don't take hold of the reigns, let the reigns take hold of you."

Craig was always unquestionigly obedient, so he tied the reigns of his chariot around his waist in response to the billboard.

He would've sold his soul for an ounce of attention. Luckily for him, he didn't need to. People in their fancy cars and bicycles watched him being led, apparently, by the reigns to his place of dwelling. Some stopped to watch, some ignored him like every other person they ignored in San Francisco. Including the guy who jumps out of bushes to scare people.

When Craig finally got home, he had to find some place to park his chariot. So he stuck it in the garage next to his dragon.

As he was sitting down at his computer, Craig's little sister, Debbie, called his name. An interesting manuever considering Debbie is mute.

"Hey you! Hey...hey!", his sister somehow said.

"Yes Debbie?".

"Do we have any spam left?"

How is she doing this?, Craig thought. "No, I fed the last can to my horses and the dragon...or maybe I fed the last horses to my dragon and my spam." He shrugged after that last sentence, forgetting what the question was.

Craig started typing random nonsense at first. "Jru@ Yjod odmay mpmdmdr@" Then he realized something. Hey! This isn't nonsense!, he thought. No wait, yes it is.

Not worrying about punctuation, capitialization, spelling or even grammar, he decided to write about his day.

"When I woke up this morning, I never thought I'd write about waking up this morning. I rode my chariot into work today. I was called into my boss' office for making a 'spectacle' though. Can they fire you for riding a chariot? Apparently, yes.

"As I was out job-hunting, I came across a few things that I didn't know about. For instance, did you know that the capital of Finland isn't just the 'F'? Apparently there's a whole other capital, in fact it's a city or something.

"Also, when you ride in a chariot and you're yelling 'Yah!' trying to get your horses to go faster, in some instances, PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) gets mad.

"So today, I was just about to go home from the local arcade when a bus happened to stop right next to me and five, two-legged wolves came out and asked me where the nearest hardware store was. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just stood there, blinking. They must've thought that that was an answer, because they left. Then, on my way to my chariot, I saw a flyer telling me to write a blog about anything and everything that pops into my mind. So...here it is!:

Suddenly, Craig heard a noise. PFFFFFFT. Then the doors to the large bus opened. Apparently this is the bus that wolves use when they have two legs. Five really large wolves exited, walking kind of funny. They started speaking to him.

"Where is the closest hardware store?"

Craig didn't know what to say, so he just blinked. The blinking must have been some sort of an answer to the wolves because they quietly sighed and left his presence. Somewhat disoriented and a little confused, Craig walked away humming the Kit-Kat bar theme song.

As he was walking, Craig saw a flyer posted on a telephone poll.

"Write a story about anything and everything that pops into your mind and submit it via Blogger."

Craig thought: What a good idea! So he jumped into his chariot and whipped his horses to ride. On his way home, he saw a strange billboard "Don't take hold of the reigns, let the reigns take hold of you."

Craig was always unquestionigly obedient, so he tied the reigns of his chariot around his waist in response to the billboard.

He would've sold his soul for an ounce of attention. Luckily for him, he didn't need to. People in their fancy cars and bicycles watched him being led, apparently, by the reigns to his place of dwelling. Some stopped to watch, some ignored him like every other person they ignored in San Francisco. Including the guy who jumps out of bushes to scare people.

When Craig finally got home, he had to find some place to park his chariot. So he stuck it in the garage next to his dragon.

As he was sitting down at his computer, Craig's little sister, Debbie, called his name. An interesting manuever considering Debbie is mute.

"Hey you! Hey...hey!", his sister somehow said.

"Yes Debbie?".

"Do we have any spam left?"

How is she doing this?, Craig thought. "No, I fed the last can to my horses and the dragon...or maybe I fed the last horses to my dragon and my spam." He shrugged after that last sentence, forgetting what the question was.

Craig started typing random nonsense at first. "Jru@ Yjod odmay mpmdmdr@" Then he realized something. Hey! This isn't nonsense!, he thought. No wait, yes it is.

Not worrying about punctuation, capitialization, spelling or even grammar, he decided to write about his day.

"When I woke up this morning, I never thought I'd write about waking up this morning. I rode my chariot into work today. I was called into my boss' office for making a 'spectacle' though. Can they fire you for riding a chariot? Apparently, yes.

"As I was out job-hunting, I came across a few things that I didn't know about. For instance, did you know that the capital of Finland isn't just the 'F'? Apparently there's a whole other capital, in fact it's a city or something.

"Also, when you ride in a chariot and you're yelling 'Yah!' trying to get your horses to go faster, in some instances, PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) gets mad.

"So today, I was just about to go home from the local arcade when a bus happened to stop right next to me and five, two-legged wolves came out and asked me where the nearest hardware store was. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just stood there, blinking. They must've thought that that was an answer, because they left. Then, on my way to my chariot, I saw a flyer telling me to write a blog about anything and everything that pops into my mind. So...here it is!:

Suddenly, Craig heard a noise. PFFFFFFT. Then the doors to the large bus opened. Apparently this is the bus that wolves use when they have two legs. Five really large wolves exited, walking kind of funny. They started speaking to him.

"Where is the closest hardware store?"

Craig didn't know what to say, so he just blinked. The blinking must have been some sort of an answer to the wolves because they quietly sighed and left his presence. Somewhat disoriented and a little confused, Craig walked away humming the Kit-Kat bar theme song.

As he was walking, Craig saw a flyer posted on a telephone poll.

"Write a story about anything and everything that pops into your mind and submit it via Blogger."

Craig thought: What a good idea! So he jumped into his chariot and whipped his horses to ride. On his way home, he saw a strange billboard "Don't take hold of the reigns, let the reigns take hold of you."

Craig was always unquestionigly obedient, so he tied the reigns of his chariot around his waist in response to the billboard.

He would've sold his soul for an ounce of attention. Luckily for him, he didn't need to. People in their fancy cars and bicycles watched him being led, apparently, by the reigns to his place of dwelling. Some stopped to watch, some ignored him like every other person they ignored in San Francisco. Including the guy who jumps out of bushes to scare people.

When Craig finally got home, he had to find some place to park his chariot. So he stuck it in the garage next to his dragon.

As he was sitting down at his computer, Craig's little sister, Debbie, called his name. An interesting manuever considering Debbie is mute.

"Hey you! Hey...hey!", his sister somehow said.

"Yes Debbie?".

"Do we have any spam left?"

How is she doing this?, Craig thought. "No, I fed the last can to my horses and the dragon...or maybe I fed the last horses to my dragon and my spam." He shrugged after that last sentence, forgetting what the question was.

Craig started typing random nonsense at first. "Jru@ Yjod odmay mpmdmdr@" Then he realized something. Hey! This isn't nonsense!, he thought. No wait, yes it is.

Not worrying about punctuation, capitialization, spelling or even grammar, he decided to write about his day.

"When I woke up this morning, I never thought I'd write about waking up this morning. I rode my chariot into work today. I was called into my boss' office for making a 'spectacle' though. Can they fire you for riding a chariot? Apparently, yes.

"As I was out job-hunting, I came across a few things that I didn't know about. For instance, did you know that the capital of Finland isn't just the 'F'? Apparently there's a whole other capital, in fact it's a city or something.

"Also, when you ride in a chariot and you're yelling 'Yah!' trying to get your horses to go faster, in some instances, PETA (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) gets mad.

"So today, I was just about to go home from the local arcade when a bus happened to stop right next to me and five, two-legged wolves came out and asked me where the nearest hardware store was. I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just stood there, blinking. They must've thought that that was an answer, because they left. Then, on my way to my chariot, I saw a flyer telling me to write a blog about anything and everything that pops into my mind. So...here it is!:

The End."""""