It was rainging. Raining...a lot.
And the wagon, with all the library books on it....had toppled over!
"Gasp!" gasped the people.
"Call the local media!" ordered the people.
"Not the books!" squealed the people.
What a disaster! The books were getting soaking wet! Their ink smearing! The pages crinkling! How terrible to read a book with half the letters on a curly page!
Did the towns people help pick up the books? Well..they tried. But these towns people are quite lazy, you see, just being outside was an accomplisment. The only place they'd go to is the Library. And all the shelves have to be short because the people sit while looking for books. They're too lazy to stand. Amazingly, they are all bone skinny. And they have tons of food! A surplus of food! FOOD MOUNTAIN.
But, now I'm drifting into another story. Let's get back to the rainy books.
"What do we do!?"
"Oh! Perrish the day when this happens!" How ridiculous of that woman to say that, because it's happening now, and LiTtLe DoEs ShE kNoW...the magical beastie has come to grant wishes. Being magical and all, he can do that. Amazing, huh!?
So, he waved his magical tale, and POOF. Smelly green smoke rose up and revealed.....
revealed....
revealed....
revealed....
revealed....
revealed....
revealed....!!
*takes long, deep breath.*
REVEALED...non other than...!
The book lord. The lord of books, the king of litterature, the master of writing, THE. BOOK. LORD.
He was tubby and chubby and about to topped over as he stood on the flimsy wagon top, which was cracking under the preassure. And he laughed and his belly laughed too jiggling in approval; and the towns people gasped and dropped jaws and screamed and lost about five pounds from the sight of this disgusting looking man, and then he spoke.
In the loudest, most annoying voice you can imagine.
"Oh ho ho! I am the BOOK LORD!(he yells for emphasis, he says, but i think he likes to hear him self shake the earth) And I have come to take your precious books! Because you can't take care of them properly(A single tear emerges from his eye, but he wips his head, left, right, and then back to the people, no book lord crying.) So defy me and I'll kill you!" The people looked as though they would stand up to this vicious pot bellied threat..but being so lazy, they threw their arms up and walked away.
So much for the books.
So much for the book lord's threats.
So much for Neverland. Kids know to much :(
So, in short, the book lord takes the books back to his castle and takes a rather strange device not known in those times...i believe he calls it a hair dryer...and he drys the books, and they catch fire and his house goes up in flames and he burns and dies.
Poor book lord :(
Oh well. We quizillans will just have to write more books for the next book lord to burn up i flames.
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Have happy day!
