Pretzle sat down and began writing a story.

Pretzle sat down and began writing a story.

He was thoroughly distracted by his housemate, Perry, who was talking about some dumb website he found.

"Perry," he growled, "could you shut up for 15 seconds already?" He tried to remember what he was just thinking, but Perry interrupted. "But this website! Everything! Climate doom!

We must make it happen faster!" He blew up his mining plantation spewing thousands of pounds of CO2 in the air, "Yes! Soon the world will be hot!" he gloated, but Perry thought he

had remembered to pack his getaway suitcase with shorts and Hawaiian shirts, but, upon his arrival, was horrified to open a bag full of woolen scarves and parkas!

What was he supposed to do? He didn't have the right clothes for this vacation and he had no money to get new clothes. What was he to do in a situation like this?

He knew he should have been prepared. That was his motto, after all. He couldn't dwell on his misfortune, though, so he forged ahead, improperly dressed and insufficiently funded.

But before he could take the first step of his grand adventure, the bank foreclosed on the pair of shoes he was wearing. Yet no misfortune would stop him. He would go bear foot

. *Rumble* First he'd stop for lunch though. 'Nothing like a serving of organic honey and fresh roots to get the old gears moving again. It was the paws that refreshed him