The stars twinkled brightly and the waves

The stars twinkled brightly and the waves crashed hard as I

clung to a driftwood log, the only thing keeping me afloat out here in the South Seas. Most sailors would think this was a tragedy, but not me. I was glad to finally be free of

the parasites that had bothered my intestines for years. Bobbing in the south seas on the driftwood log was a breeze compared to my normal routine of inspecting uranium cargo ships

. The ships would also have poisonous redback spiders hitching a ride in the cargo. Soon enough I found Pitcairn Island. Once ashore the locals asked if I was interested in stamp

ing out local corruption. I politely declined their offer. After all that therapy, I was not going to let my guard down again. I saw a Spider Guide who would show me Pitcairn Islan

thing for dollops. I wanted to be paid for my services in dollops preferably sour cream dollops. I didn't want to drop under the one dollop per day wage earner. Mrs Potato would

thank me later. If she had had less dollops and kept her Spud happy none of this would have happened in the first place. I could make better use of these dollops she is giving me.

Regardless, Spud was unhappy and she didn't know what to do about it. She decided to let it be and hoped Spud would begin feeling better on his own. After all, Spud was

a good guy.He would find a way to live a happy life enjoying the things that he liked, even if it wasn't with her, she knew she didn't make him happy so she let him go forever.