Evidence that I've gone mad...

            This is just little story.  Once upon a time there lived a happy princess.  She lived among the apes and crocodiles in a humid jungle.  One day a small platoon of marines came to her door and asked for a cup of sugar.  Well, she had none so she had to run to the market.

            The market was crowded because it was senior animal day and all the elderly creatures of the jungle were in with their social security checks.  The happy princess became less and less happy as she stood in the long lines at the check-out counter.  She looked around her to find anything to lighten her mood when she spied a tabloid that bore a huge headline.

            “Happy Princesses Less Likely to Marry” the headline cried.  The happy princess snatched the paper from its stand and quickly read the article.  “That does it,” she thought.  “From now on I will be a bitter princess.”

            Then the bitter princess left the grocery and headed home.  There she found the marines waiting for her.

            “Where is our sugar?” they asked.

            “Get it yourself.  I’m bitter” she replied.

            Needless to say this did not go down well with the marines so they mowed her down with their machine guns.

            The next day a tabloid could be found on newsstands declaring, “Bitter Princesses More Likely to Die by Firing Squad.”

            The moral of this tale:  If you could play poker with a monkey why wouldn’t you?

I am Karl Fogen and I have forgotten my medicine.  Thanks for reading.

Unthought of the day...

The next time you have a complaint, rearrange your letters and become compliant.

I am Karl Fogsen.  Thanks for considering.

Edgar Rice Fogsen...

Phobos and Deimos, the demon moons, rose high above the shifting red sands of Mars.  As the sun sank toward its rest, Jack Wagoner watched from behind a low rise as a row of wains moved slowly across the dunes pulled by great beasts of Elysium.

His eyes were fixed on the second carriage.  Gilt and ornately carved it seemed out of place among the drab merchant wagons that accompanied it.  About it marched four large and well armed beings; bodyguards to the royal passenger inside.

The sun dropped below the horizon and the diamond-light of the stars was kindled.  Jack Wagoner began to move in the semi-darkness toward the end of the hill that hid him.  He was now just feet from the desert road, crouched and ready to spring.  He allowed the foremost guard to pass.  As the rear guard drew level with him Jack sprung from his hiding place.  The guard crumpled to the ground as a heavy fist struck the back of his neck.  The remaining three guards lunged at their attacker but were no match for Jack’s earthman strength.  Soon all four lay unconscious at his feet.

Jack moved quickly to the door of the carriage and gripped its gilt handle.  Pulling it open he climbed inside and found himself face to face with Princess Nayploo Sultra, the most beautiful woman on Mars.

The above was written merely as a writing excercise.  It is in no way meant to entertain anyone.  (What do you mean "No worries"?  Whyiotta...)

I am Karl Fogsen.  Thanks for reading.  (I guess)