I lay on my back in the tall grass & looked

I lay on my back in the tall grass & looked up at the blue sky. The fluffy white cloud above me resembled my grandpa eating an ice cream cone. A tear slid down the corner of my eye

for he was the last of the true blood Irish pirates. And an ice cream lover, aye. But more than six feet of earth and a trip cross the River Styx separated grandpa and I. His eye

still stares at me from beyond the grave. Which is why I keep the glassy orb in my pocket. It the only thing Grandpa left, the eye of an Icy irate pirate that ever seen Éire. Aye,

my captain, this is the Ice pirate's eye that will direct us to the treasure buried in the arctic circle. The Captain puffed his pipe. He said not a word but nodded to the

dancing polar bears that circled the crew. The Ice Pirate Captain looked at Blue Beard, Black Beard, and Stinky Beard, with a gaze that spoke of his ties with the otherworldly dime

nsion and the Ice Pirate Captain started to tap dance growling at the other fierce and stinky Beards to join in. The dancing polar bears circled the tap dancing pirates until

their combined harmonics created a standing wave strong enough to break through the ice but only if sustained long enough to overcome the corresponding Tau wave that they were also

Able to overcome the lack of energy felt during the dog days of summer. Wilbur the Great Dane slept for hours and his owner had to take naps with him. The result was a convergence.

The hazy skies parted to reveal the cosmos, and all the planets aligned. Wilbur the Great Dane climbed a stairway to heaven, panting and drooling all the way and causing a flood