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Once there was a giraffe named Ben. Except it wasn't a giraffe. It was really a hamster driving an elaborate machine designed to catch the elusive golden chameleon that lived atop Africa's wierdass savannah trees.
Anyhow, Ben decided that wierdass savannah trees were boring, and wanted to taste the real deal. Aussie eucalypt gums.
So he walked into a town in central Tanzania and started talking to an unemployed mango vendor.
"My GOSH! There's a talking giraffe!"The unemployed mango vendor screamed in eleation. "I'm rich!"
And so he grabbed the giraffe by the leg, and proceeded to half drag the animal back to his apartment. However, when he got to his aparment he realised a small problem. He'd lost his carkeys.
"Damn" he muttered (in Swahili, but I'm translating for you) "How am I going to drive this giraffe down to the travelling Australian circus that convieniently happens to be in central Tanzania at the moment?"
"Excuse me Mr. Giraffe" The unemployed mango vendor piped up "Would you mind waiting here for a few moments without being tied up (as I'm all out of giraffe collars) so that I can sell you into a life of captivity and maltreatment?"
Ben paused for a moment. The unemployed mango vendor was certain for an instant that he could hear the giraffes brain ticking... but that would have been a ludicrous thought. Brains don't tick....
Anyhow, Ben paused for a moment, and then opened his mouth to speak.
(To be continued by the next person who stumbles on this thread, and decides to write the next instalment of the Chain Storyzekke)
[ 05-22-2002, 12:43 AM: Message edited by: Yorick ]
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