Welcome to another one of my random notes (sort of). This *smiles
apologetically* is not a real chapter *ducks from chairs being thrown from
readers*.
Oh, before I go on, here's a quick note to Ice dancer: Nope, sorry, I don't have any more stories posted yet. Emphasis on the yet. I will (hopefully) get a whole lot more posted as soon as I finish this one. I don't know when that will be, and I really don't want to work on more than one story at once, because I know that they both won't come out as good. But the next story is going to be tons of fun for me to write because it's going to be the story of my character, Gypsy. So keep a look out for it after this story's done.
Now for the real reason I'm writing this: The pink pelican story.
So here it is……….
My friend and I are innocently walking down one of the streets of the Greek Island, Mykonos. Everything is fine and dandy until my friend walks by a table.
Suddenly, this huge (we're talking gigantic, people) pelican head reaches out from under the table and tries to bite his leg off. I mean, the thing literally tried to eat him!
What's more, is that when me and my friend walked a bit away from the table and looked underneath it, the pelican was pink!! Baby pink!!!
And it was not repeat not a flamingo. It was a pelican. And it must have weighed over sixty pounds!! I knew pelicans got big, but not that big.
And I did not know that they came in pink. Nor did I know that they attempted to eat people from under tables.
Perhaps the funniest part of this, though, was watching my friend jump back and scream like a baby when the pelican's head whipped out from under the table to bite him.
Alright, so maybe it's not the funniest story in the world, but it sure as hell was entertaining to watch. Who knows? Maybe some reader out there got a kick out of this.
Oh, and for all the people that asked if I had a good time in Greece, the answer is "Yes!!! It was the best time of my life!!!!!"
Imagine, if you will: A foreign country, with some of your best friends, no parents (at least mine weren't there, other people's parents came), a supervisor who lets you wander around downtown Athens unsupervised for as long as you like, and a drinking age limit of somewhere around sixth months.
But, a warning to anyone who plans to go to Greece: If you don't like black licorice, do not under any circumstances drink ouzo.
It's a Greek liquor that tastes like alcoholic black licorice. Lets just say that I'm not exactly fond of black licorice.
Plus, the stuff is strong!!! You drink one dinky glass of it and suddenly it's all like "Woooo, the world is spinning!"
Anywho, that's the end of this note, so fair well! I have to go write my next chapter…….dun dun dun……. Hey, it's better than doing my math homework……..
Oh, before I go on, here's a quick note to Ice dancer: Nope, sorry, I don't have any more stories posted yet. Emphasis on the yet. I will (hopefully) get a whole lot more posted as soon as I finish this one. I don't know when that will be, and I really don't want to work on more than one story at once, because I know that they both won't come out as good. But the next story is going to be tons of fun for me to write because it's going to be the story of my character, Gypsy. So keep a look out for it after this story's done.
Now for the real reason I'm writing this: The pink pelican story.
So here it is……….
My friend and I are innocently walking down one of the streets of the Greek Island, Mykonos. Everything is fine and dandy until my friend walks by a table.
Suddenly, this huge (we're talking gigantic, people) pelican head reaches out from under the table and tries to bite his leg off. I mean, the thing literally tried to eat him!
What's more, is that when me and my friend walked a bit away from the table and looked underneath it, the pelican was pink!! Baby pink!!!
And it was not repeat not a flamingo. It was a pelican. And it must have weighed over sixty pounds!! I knew pelicans got big, but not that big.
And I did not know that they came in pink. Nor did I know that they attempted to eat people from under tables.
Perhaps the funniest part of this, though, was watching my friend jump back and scream like a baby when the pelican's head whipped out from under the table to bite him.
Alright, so maybe it's not the funniest story in the world, but it sure as hell was entertaining to watch. Who knows? Maybe some reader out there got a kick out of this.
Oh, and for all the people that asked if I had a good time in Greece, the answer is "Yes!!! It was the best time of my life!!!!!"
Imagine, if you will: A foreign country, with some of your best friends, no parents (at least mine weren't there, other people's parents came), a supervisor who lets you wander around downtown Athens unsupervised for as long as you like, and a drinking age limit of somewhere around sixth months.
But, a warning to anyone who plans to go to Greece: If you don't like black licorice, do not under any circumstances drink ouzo.
It's a Greek liquor that tastes like alcoholic black licorice. Lets just say that I'm not exactly fond of black licorice.
Plus, the stuff is strong!!! You drink one dinky glass of it and suddenly it's all like "Woooo, the world is spinning!"
Anywho, that's the end of this note, so fair well! I have to go write my next chapter…….dun dun dun……. Hey, it's better than doing my math homework……..