My little story

My little story

consists of long intervals in which nothing seemed to happen. These, it turned out, were the most crucial. I recall one occasion when

i was seven years old

when i first jumped into a pit of hungry alligators.

I thought that it was my end but then realised that there were blind alligators as they were stepping into each other.

The alligators ate each other, believing it was me. I stepped away only to step into a game show where I have to list fourteen different ways to grow carrots, or they will kill me.

Quickly, I listed 14 ways to grow carrots to win the gameshow and avoid death. 1. In mud, 2. Hydroponics, 3. In troll’s ears, 4. By singing to them, 5. At a carrot ranch, 6. Using

how can we play thiss game?

"It's easy," said Stauff. "The paths divide the players from the rules. This happens sometimes when we play the game." Then he laughed maniacally from some place unseen. Bugs

buzzed annoyingly around my head. "This game is not yours to control! I will win and when I do I'll do much worse than release bugs on you. Of that you can be sure." I glared.