There is a storm that rains cats and dogs but mainly cats, that dog that i used to own way back when i was a little boy didn’t like me at all. Afterall i did call him dufus, he was quite a dufus anywho to be honest. But then the candy was expired last Tuesday when i bought it from this dodgy looking man who wore a black tutu and red creepers. He was a very scary man. Much like my teacher in year three when i pissed my pants and told my best friend that i was a wizard and everyone was my slave. We all lived in a kingdom full of unicorns and pixies that were under the rule of a giant hipopotomus. Her name was Wendy. Not the Wendy’s that you can get frosties and really nice chicken burgers from. Although i do think that Wendy might be related to the hippopotomus Wendy. Who knows. I might ask Gandalf the white, not Gandalf the grey because he died years before. Don’t you rememeber? , that time when the sticky stick fell in love with the bright orange tomato?  hopefully they got married. If i got married i would get married underwater so all the little mermaids can see me in my beautiful swimsuite that is made from cotton and glitter. But mainly glitter. Ohh those were the days when the storm raged in my head. pitter patter pitter patter, i can hear the rain.