"Edenopteran keithcrooki, boned fish, inhabited

"Edenopteran keithcrooki, boned fish, inhabited shallow shores of Godwana." Greg looked at the sleek high domed skull and 4 cm fangs. "That's no boned fish. It's the Alien."

When Greg looked closer at the skull, he noticed there was still flesh on some of it. "Edenopteran keithcrooki never went instinct" he thought, the realization slowly dawning that

he was in a graveyard. Greg looked at the strange rock formation and realized they were headstones of some clan of cannibals.

Better to be in a graveyard looking at the headstones of cannibals than to be the dinner guest and first course at a cannibal reunion, thought Greg. His sense of whimsy fled when

She spooked him and then faced him. "Whoa! You scared me!" He sighed a sigh of relief. "Why? It's just me..." She pulled him close to her, and being the cannibal she indeed is, she

started to pour seasonings on his head. Curiously, he didn't seem very concerned until she heated the oven. "Umm what are you doing? Why do I have paper frill booties on my hands?"

"I am making Monkberry Moon Delight", she replied. Six rams entered the kitchen and sat down. "We are starved for you famous pies", Ram Dass declared. He was doodling on the wall.

Monet would later weep at his creation. "Shoo" Shouted the pie-maker. She knew that her pies were not meant for mere rams or goats but kings and queens. "May the Monkberry Moon be

But he never did finish that line. No, because a sly slivering arrow pierced his heart. His pies were too good. No one should hold that power. Thats what Pierre told himself