Title: My Harry

Summary: The world is topsy-turvey.

A/N: My sister and I were at my aunt's house for one of those THRILLING family reunions, so of course we were bored to tears. We found their computer, and let our imaginations take of with this story...by the way, it's sort of crazy and it jumps back and forth from the regular story and the author's POV...enjoy! ^_^

Once upon a time, there was a boy name Harry. Man, was he ugly. U-G-L-Y, you

ain't got no alibi! Well, one day Harry walked to the lake to go for a swim. When he took

off his shoes and got into the lake, he fell in. When he fell, he hit his head on a rock. A

really big rock... that is big.



*knock knock knock* Gosh, who could it be at this hour? *walks to door* *opens

door* Wow! Drew Carrey! What are YOU doing here?

"I'm just here to use your telephone." Oh, okay. Well, go right ahead! I'll just get

back to my story.

Well, he hit his head on the rock and went into an unconscious state.

As he was floating like a stick in the lake, a young girlie man name "Draco"

walked by. He put sparkly red nails up to his face and gasped. In a falsely high voice, he

said, "Goodness gracious! Who is that floating in the lakeside?" He took off his sparkly

lilac pumps and stepped into the lake. "Oooh! Icy!" Lifting up his skirts, he waded

knee-deep into the "Icy" water.

He flipped Harry over onto his back, and realized it was a young lad from school.

He slapped his face and said in the falsely high voice, "Wake up, you silly little boy! Hee

hee hee!" It wasn't the slap that woke Harry up. It was the laugh. Never in all his life had

he heard a laugh like that. It was dry, high, and wheezy. Crackley and sharp, like a

humming bird trapped in a dog bowl full of water that had frozen over the night before.

That happened to me before, only it was in the land of giants, so it was a really

big doggy bowl. The giants didn't like me very much.



"Hey, I'm going to go now. Thanks for the phone." Oh, bye Drew! He's so nice.

Back to the story! WAIT A SECOND, all my china plates and silverware are gone! So

are my vases! AND THE 187 POUNDS OF GOLD COINS I KEEP ON TOP OF MY

DRESSER!!! Zut, zut, et zut! That's French, you stupid little auto-check thing...it's not

like I'm an idiot. You know something? I think that wasn't even Drew! And I don't think

he even used my phone. Grumble grumble...

Harry woke up to the sound of the laughter, and looked around. There was a man

standing over him wearing a flowery green V-neck tank top, and a skirt. He was in a lake,

and he didn't have his shoes on. Things were a little confusing.

All of a sudden, there was the sound of trumpets blaring in the background. Harry

jumped to his feet to see who was playing the trumpet, and he slipped on the mud on the

bottom of the lake. Lakes can do that sometimes. He fell into the water, and hit his head

on that same rock...you know...the big one... that is big. He was knocked out faster than a

light switch sets on fire and destroys a house.

That happened to me once, only in the land of midgets, so it was a really small

house. The midgets didn't like me very much.

*green green* Gosh, that darn telephone! *pink up* Yellow?

"Hi, is your refrigerator running?" What a silly question! Of course it's not. I don't

even own one. Why do you ask?

"Uh....I dunno. I guess I'm concerned for the well being of hamsters everywhere."

What a good lad! *hang up*

Draco gave up on the saving of Harry, so he walked out of the water and slipped

his sparkly lilac pumps back on. He walked over to the tree, and picked up his purse. He

walked over to the bush, and picked up his hair scrunchie, then walked over to the lake

and said, "Tootle-oo, little boy!"

As he turned to walk into the sunset, a pack of rabid, vicious, blood-thirsty

monkeys starting running from the horizon. They took on look at him, and started

streaming towards him. He shrieked a girlie scream, and fled from the scene.

As you should know, it's extremely difficult to run in pumps. Especially if they

are sparkly. He had the most interesting of runs; his arms flailed in the air, and his knees

stuck together and only his calves moved.

After this, the must unexpected turn of events occurred. The monkeys started

throwing staplers at him!! He had to run for dear life to get out of range. It wasn't

working. After a bit, he was swollen and bruised and cut from the flying staplers. He

decided to kill the monkeys.

He took out his scrunchie, then snapped it at the moon. The moon fell and

squished the monkeys.

Harry went into a conscious state, and got out of the lake. Just as he got out, a

monkey came FLYING towards his head and knocked him out. He fell down, and hit the

big rock again. He died.

Draco died because the moon squashed him, too. In fact, just about everyone died

except me, because I live on the other side of the world, and the moon isn't that big.

As I am typing this, a sad, sad memory comes to mind. It's about my loved one,

Gilbert, and how he had a tragic mishap, also. You see, as he was walking in the park, the

moon killed him also. That's why I'm so sad, and I spend my life writing mindless stories.

The End

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