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Enke tells a story...

Enkephalen

My Stars!
There once was a little skin named Skin of Evil who carried his sheath with him at all times for protection.
 
One hot summer day, Skin of Evil decided to go for a walk in the cool forest.
 
He packed his lunch: A ham sandwich with mayo and mustard, a cold sliced apple, and a small carton of orange juice. Skin was trying to eat healthy and watch his weight. After all, he might get too fat for his sheath and that would never do. In fact, it was a thought that scared him silly.
 
He placed his lunch in his napsack and, grabbing his sheath, he sailed out the door to begin his nature walk.
 
And what a beautiful day it was for his walk. Indeed, Skin couldn't remember a more perfect Sun shiny day. Birds were chirping and singing, bugs were making buggy, tinny sounds, and off in the distance he heard a dog bark.
 
Soon enough, Skin came to the edge of the forest. It was cool and he could see dappled sunlight slanting through the forest canopy. He breathed in deeply taking in the smells of the forest. Ah, what a glorious day!
 
Skin had only been walking for 10 minutes when he felt hot from his exertions. The ground was covered in bushes and brambles, logs and ferns, rocks and boulders, vines and mushrooms. All of these things Skin had to maneuver over and under, around and beneath. Whew! What a lot of bother.
 
Oh yes!

Skin began to sweat. In fact the beads of perspiration that broke out on his forehead and upper lip were becoming a veritible gusher. He wiped his damp forehead, and swiped across his upper lip. "Being healthy is a lot harder than I thought", he said to himself.
 
Soon enough, Skin was regretting his idea to take a walk in the forest. But, determined to carry on and not give into his lazy side, he vowed to soldier on!
 
All of these things Skin had to maneuver over and under, around and beneath. Whew! What a lot of bother.
...
 
Skin had just reconciled himself to completing the walk when he tripped over a particularly knarly tree root. Why if he didn't know better, he would have thought the root was alive and had deliberately grabbed his foot!
 
Down Skin went with a heavy thud! "Ouch!" he cried, more startled than hurt. [a series of cursing spewed forth from Skin's mouth and it is best that I leave this part of the story out.]
 
As Skin tried to right himself, he discovered that he was entangled with those pesky vines I spoke about earlier in this Spamlite Story. The more Skin twisted and struggled, the more entertwined in the vines he became. Much like a very bad relationship with a significant other who tells you they will be faithful, but then you find out. . .nevermind, back to the story. . .
 
Skin decided to try to rid himself of his backpack since it was preventing him from sitting up. Once he had done that, he was able to begin unentwining himself from the entwining vines. "Oh my" thought Skin, "I've got to remember to watch where I put my feet or this will happen again and again." Slowly Skin rose and flicked off the last remnants of vine, dirt and stray mushroom clinging to his backside.
 
Once he had dusted himself off, he resumed his walk in the forest. He felt lighter and more able to negotiate the terrain that had become flatter with less obstacles. "Wow, I must have walked miles" he thought when he heard his stomach grumble with hunger. "I think I'll stop and have my light repaste and refresh myself before turning around and going homeward bound."
 
he discovered that he was entangled with those pesky vines I spoke about earlier in this Spamlite Story

Fourth Wall Breach LOL!
 
It was at this moment that Skin discovered that he did not have his backpack that contained that most delicious ham sandwich with mayo and mustard, the cold sliced apple and the most delicious carton of orange juice. "Noooooooooooooooooooo!!" wailed Skin, "this can't be happening to me again!!" [see earlier Skin stories I've posted, but they may have been deleted by TPTB.]
 
As the story teller I have that option.
 
Skin then discovered the next horror!! He had completely mislaid his sheath - his precious sheath!
 
That Spamcapital thread will have AT LEAST 1,000 replies

This one's just about knocked out...

THANX, ENK! :D
 
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