I once had a dream that someone wrote an

I once had a dream that someone wrote an existentially, philosophically substantial work of literature on FoldingStory, but it quickly became a nightmare when I realized that

I was the main character. Every minutes the scene would abruptly change and I would be flung into a completely new dire straight. The purple giraffe understood my plight.

The purple giraffe seemed to understand everything. "What do I do?!" I yelled. "How do I stop being the main character?!" The purple giraffe opened it's mouth and

bit the rhinoceros. And that gave him an idea. He thought to himself "Hey, why not just bite the rhinoceros?"

Before he could discover that rhino's have a protective skin 1.5–5 cm thick, the rhino gored and trampled him to death. Hello Rhino tossed her head then looked about for some tasty

Hello Hand Cream. Hello Rhino initially recoiled, but found the cream to soothe the deep creases in her hide. Soon, the Hello Rhino Star Quarterback took notice, and

threw the football as soon as she could before the cream subdued Hello Rhino Star. Just by luck, the football landed into Marshawn's hands, wait, no because he didn't show up!

It was caught by Dude, a chimp, who knew football. He needed exercise, so why not football? His brother, Zach, soon joined into the fun in the sun. Humans were strange indeed!

As the ball glided gracefully into Dude's grasping hands, the crowd went wild. "HE'S AT THE FORTY!" yelled Al Michaels. "THE THIRTY FIVE! SIDESTEPS WOLFE! HE'S FREE! IT'S ALL OVER!