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"What happens on Folding Story stays on Folding Story," Eloise said. Small comfort to me as the waves tossed Mrs Harridan among the rocks below. There would be questions when we re

united with our families only for them to find our tabloid photos with Fabio. Mrs. Harridan & I, feeding Fabio grapes & fanning him with leaves. Another, in a triply romantic embra

ce, revealed the couple with Fabio in Mr. and Mrs. Harridan's bedchambers, with fine linen pillowcases strategically placed. Mr. Harridan hovered at the edge of the frame with

a strange dark stain on his trousers. Mr. Harridan would not explain it. Fabio and Mrs. Harridan kindled some embarrassed small talk about tennis. A gold fish fell out of

the sky, landing on the pavement in front of Mr. Harridan. He looked up and gasped. "RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!! A whale storm is coming!" (The Sharknado wasn't enough, apparently.)

A little boy (Mr. Harridan'd son, but neither knew that) huddled under a tiny wooden hut. He had never seen a whale, and he assumed that when they started falling from t

he sky that they would bounce, but they didn't. The little boy learned an important life lesson that day, that whales don't bounce (he also learned that he was Mr. Harridan's son).

Mr. Harridan came to pick him up in a large limousine. "You are my boy," he said. "I will teach you all about marine biology." Ten years he studied under his father's tutelage.

Then, just as he'd done before, his father picked him up and threw him in the ocean. This time he did not cry, but swam about with his aqualung, studying the dance of sea squirts.

"HOORAY!" everyone cheered. "That's ma boy!" Dad boasted. "I'm swimming! I'm...DOING IT!" he cried, joyous...right before he felt something from below tug...tug...TUG HIM UNDER!