My name is Kaleb Aaron Webster and these are the recorded exploits of myself and my trusted friend and confidant....Hippo.
After many days held prisoner by the giver of milk, Hippo and I decided to head north. Early Sat. morning we made our way in search of the one they call "Smokey". One of the few we call friend, Towel Dog, had told us stories of a wonderful land of hills and Mayfield yellow jugs of milk. Hippo and I just had to see for ourselves. Towel Dog had told us to seek out "Smokey"... he would be our contact.
We noticed early on in our search that this Smokey must hold great position having had and entire range of Mountains named after him. I find myself growing fearful, but Hippo being the ever constant friend rattles encouragement to me....so we proceed.
We found ourselves seeking shelter at the home of great parents. Apparently these two were so good at parenting they are labeled, "GRAND". We also encountered an "ANT". At first I was confused, I thought ants were bad and were covered in weird powder from Wal-Mart. This ant however was really nice to Hippo and I.
more to follow............
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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