I couldn't believe my eyes! The last thing

I couldn't believe my eyes! The last thing I expected to see when I looked out my window was that!

That that thing. I tried ignoring it by resuming work on my computer. But I could sense it was still there. I looked out the window again. Completely unnatural. Impossible!

It was crazy to think that there was a talking lion called Rumbleroar outside, insisting on taking me to Pigfarts! I looked at it incredulously as it opened its mouth

and spewed rainbow coloured gummy-bears. Rumbleroar the lion looked at me, and I thought, heck, why not. Pigfarts might be a place filled with fairy-floss and gummies as well. So I

flew to the place known as Pigfarts. I found no fairy-floss and gummies. Instead, it was a disturbing scene of obsession and rotteness. The mayor of pigfarts was Marc Summers.

He was known as a real S.O.B. by the locals, who wore t shirts with his face, name and "S.O. B." On them, as if to rub it in.

There was potential for a great business idea. After all, his face was his own. He began a whole store selling various accessories with his face, name, and S.O.B. plastered right

to escape the South of the Border tourist trap by hiding in the backseat of a couple on their way from New York to Florida for their honeymoon. All went well until we got to

to the border and I couldn't control this unbelievable urge to sneeze. I didn't have the room to maneuver myself to cover my mouth to cover up the sneeze. This was it I blew it.