Once upon a time there was a story which

Once upon a time there was a story which wasn't folded...

Then along came Brock, the story telling dog with a knack for adventure.

So Brock the tale-telling pup told the tale of Uncle Vernon's Tragicomical-Traveling Troupe & the time they came to a repressed & distant outpost where they put on a play about

a dog who wanted to become a cat but couldn't cause the dr. wouldn't give his OK.Something about his motter,that bitch!The play went bad,but Brock the pup

-a was a disgusting but original character. Brock the Pupa was this hairy, sack, with no face, but clearly something was living inside of it. Brock the Pupa loved

to wriggle & jiggle & wiggle. He was wriggling & jiggling & wiggling when a sparrow plucked him from the leaf he was glued to! Brock the Pupa wriggled & jiggled & wiggled while

sun suddenly disappeared & the moon turned blood red. Brock the Pupa stopped wriggling. Silence descended over all the earth. A voice like iron spoke," Your metamorphosis is finish

school, metaphorically speaking." The voice sounded self-satisfied with its observation. 'Wait a sec -- let me jot that one down." Brock the Pupa was irked by the faceless voice,

but a moment in the overworld was enough to locate the faceless tormentor, and Brock the Pupa pulled him into the dark cell of his confinement. Brock circled him, gloating now