The bag gaped open, waiting to swallow the

The bag gaped open, waiting to swallow the prize, but it would be hours before a caper could be carried out. When a bird landed near by, then hopped onto the edge, time stood still

long enough to tell that bag to shut her yap or leave the room. I hate mouth-breathesr, especially ones who expect to swallow my "prize." "Eyes up here, lady," I scolded her as

nothing that can be understood by a sane person. The disjointed statements left me wondering whether

I myself were sane, or whether my better judgement had been scrambled in this shuffling of logic. For instance, was the meter-maid before me actually a rhinoceros, or

had it been a mere trick of the light? I had always wished for a hippopotamus for X-mas, but did that mean I would get a rhino for my birthday? This wasn't the first time I had

received an animal for a holiday. The fleshbags once gave me several chicken embryos in various unnatural colors in remembrance of an ancient carpenter. Man, this planet is

one messed up place. No one would miss Earth if it was removed in order to construct the hyperspace bypass. I picked up my stamp and slammed it down on the

envelope which contained my letter to Cowboy TV. It said "Space mutants are going to remove Earth. Please stop them!" Cowboy TV read the letter and

exlpoded in a firey boom. That's what he got for plauging the Add page with his name. So the entire Folding story commuinty rejoiced. The End!