Once upon a time, in a hidden forest, there

Once upon a time, in a hidden forest, there was a cottage. In that cotttage lived an old lady. She was one hundred and two years old. She had a pet turtle, seven monkeys, four b

birds, and a sea lion, She always talked to them as if they were her own personal friends, but they would never seem to speak back to her, but somehow she knew that they were

listening to her , that in them she had a friend . She sometimes liked to imagine them talking back . But they never did . She still hopes

that there could be a way off of this foresaken island. Her life was boring and a struggle, to find food and shelter, the sealion and seagull staving off the boredom. That is until

the plane crashed on the island. A whole group of people wandering around. Now all her Halloween gags that survived the sinking could finally be put to use. So she

set up a smoke monster with dry ice and strobe lights. The rest of the island survivors belived they were cursed by supernatural forces. Only she knew it was a hoax. The hatches

were exactly like the Disneyland ones, where the workers snuck off to have a smoke and take off their sweaty, puke-stained costumes. Lost was a big Lynch-wannabe joke. Polar bears?

Polar shmares, I always said. But I've been really getting into that show with the guy who's flawed but mostly tries to do the right thing but it gets complicated and this chick

that does nothing but pop her gum and giggle doesn't help matters at all. She is cute, vulnerable, and vapid. He is constantly at odd's with his mind and his