Once upon a time there was an evil Giant Pothole. He had a large family, lots of Little Pothole brothers and sisters and they lived happily in the Kingdom of India. They wreaked havoc all through the year, pillaging and plundering and killing any good citizens that dared to cross them. Their bloody reign went unchecked and they grew in strength and number every year.
One day, appalled by the plight of the poor citizens, Prince Biden of the Land of Obamarama decided that he must do something about it. After all, it was his moral duty to help the poor defenseless citizens against the daily atrocities of the Giant Pothole and his family. He informed the King of India that he'd pay a visit to the Kingdom of India and they would talk of Lots of Things and Little Money Matters. The King of India knew that this was his final chance to make his Kingdom a Better Place. So he secretly gathered his elite Army of Black Ants, that very night, and equipped them with powerful Anti-Pothole Guns that shot out deadly Filler Bullets. The Giant Pothole and his Little Pothole brothers and sisters were attacked in the dead of night while they were asleep. Taken by surprise, they couldn't do anything to protect themselves against the hail of Filler Bullets. They died, screaming and sputtering.
And thus, due to the benevolent visit of Prince Biden of the Land of Obamarama, the Kingdom of India was rid of the terrors of the evil Giant Pothole and his family of Little Potholes. The people were happy and safe and lived happily ever after until the next monsoon.
The End.
No comments:
Post a Comment