I was told to make a folding story in school

I was told to make a folding story in school today and just started wondering about...

what would happen if I put no effort into it. But the innocuous little fold I started, began to mutate sprouting tentacles, claws & a badly tuned clarinet. Then clarinet played

unfathomable songs to the blind god azothoth that sits in the center of all infinity. I tried to switch from Lovecraftian imagery to Dick and Jane, but it went pear-shaped.

That left me with the strange mixture of Roald Dahl and Poe images. Then I lost control of it. The nightmare curled like a wave, then stretched like a tsunami, threatening to

turn into chocolate. "Mr. Wonka, why are ravens circling the boat?" I asked. Willy took a swig from his flask of Amontillado and said, "Row to the rhythm of my heart, bucko. Row!"

"Row to the beat of the rhythm of the night, we'll reach our goal by the morning light!" Willy Wonka sang as we rowed like slaves. We knew but didn't say he was a serial killer.

“Stop with the Gloria Estefan tunes already!” 1-seat yelled at Willy Wonka. Coach had hired him as coxswain, hoping to end the Crew team losing streak at Harvard Elementary school.

seemed a distant memory right at that triumphant moment. 1-seat sat down and watched the Oompa Loompa band sweep the field with formations, flags, and a percussion section

until I looked at the Oompa Loompas more closely and realised they were just Essex girls with too much spray tan. Who would have thought Essex girls have talent?