Peanut went down the road, but he didn't

Peanut went down the road, but he didn't cross it, as you might expect. He also did not wander into a pub, but he turned into the dark street, where he met an elephant who was

about to 'a-salt' him! Because you see, he was a peanut and peanuts are salty. So it's a pun really. (Heh,) Anyway... elephant, peanut, dark alley, go!

A peanut was walking down a dark alley and comes across an elephant. I don't have enough space to get into the peanut's backstory, but it's a good one, trust me. The elephant

doesn't have a backstory at all--how is that even fair? It's like peanut, peanut, peanut... So when the elephant sat on the peanut and crushed it to an oily mess, it was difficult

to improvise the developing story. The author, undaunted by the amorphous nature of the protagonist found a way. The peanut smear looked like Bartholomew Richard Fitzgerald-Smythe!

situ observation. Looking closer he determined that the peanut butter was crunchy and not smooth and that no choosy mother ever chose it. That narrowed it down a bit.

It had to have been a choosy father then, that had done the deed. His gaze gave the stink-eye to each of the suspect's photographs until it landed on Landrew Landau, with whom he

Immediately smiled because this guy was his cousin. Fake plastic trees sprouted all over the room as a direct result. Thom Yorke was planting them, then vanished. But he left som

alian pirates to deal with me. I combated them but, they took the boat and the cousin. On clear, windless, days you can still hear the fake plastic trees howling across the sea.