Finny and Sam stared at the oncoming obstacle. For there were ponds everywhere in the pasture and it was all fenced in with barbed wire.
"What is this place?" asked Finny.
"This is the pasture marsh. A pasture in Wisconsin where numerous ponds flooded it and soaked the land. The water came from the Mississippi and the back waters flooded it and overran the pasture. We must venture over this to get further into Wisconsin," said Nick. Nick then lead them to a place where the barbed wire was fallen and there was a hole in the fence where the could easily get through. He then lead them over a narrow path which lead through the pasture swamps. For on each side, the ponds would seem to swallow up the land.
"This is disgusting," said Finny.
"Quit your bitching," said Nick. He kept leading them through the pasture marsh lands when suddenly Finny noticed something in one of the ponds. For it was a dead cow, just floating in the water. It had no life on it's face and seemed pale, well, pale for a cow that is.
"There's a dead cow in there!" yelled Finny.
"Yeah, the cows fell in here and drowned. They couldn't keep on land with this narrow path being the only solid part. And the fence kept them in," said Nick.
"Oh poor cows," said Finny.
"Yes, they are lost cows. The many departed which will ever lie in the waters of these ponds," said Nick. As they continued on Finny started feeling dizzy. He looked at the water and stared right at a cow's face. He locked his eyes on it and didn't look away. The cow just seemed to stare back at unblinking dead eyes and gave an eerie tingle down Finny's spine. Finny then was somewhat lulled by the cow and fell face first in the pond. As he sunk he was surrounded by dead cows, floating around him. Suddenly, there came a creepy sight. Cow turds floating in the water would come up and hiss at Finny. They would float and seem to grab at him. The turds were getting closer to pulling Finny towards them, when suddenly a hand grabbed Finny. Finny was shocked and tried to fight it but it overpowered him. Suddenly Finny was dragged up towards the surface.
"What was that?!?" asked Finny in shock.
"Don't ever go into the ponds you fool! For there the cow turds are immense. They will drag you down and smother you, and bury you, and turn you into a zombie, more mindless and gay then you are now. You will become like the cows and will forever lie in the ponds," said Nick.
"I'm too scared! Can we go home now?" asked Finny.
"NO! I want money for my precious. That was my ring. I found it. It should be mine to sell and gain a good bargin for it. Anyways, let's continue," said Nick. So they continued on the narrow strip and walked for what seemed like miles. For they were traveling over the immensely long pasture marsh. After a while they heard a noise. It wasn't a screech. Or a laugh. It was a whistle!
"What's that?" asked Finny.
"It's the wraiths!" yelled Nick.
"But the wraiths are just orcs," said Finny.
"No, those were just fake wraiths you fool. These are the real wraiths. The ref wraiths. They are by far the most powerful of the dark lord Brett. For they are the only ones who control the games played by the Packers. Now hide!" yelled Nick. The three quickly dove under some brush in the pasture. A ref wraith of what seemed like high quality flew overhead in a helicopter, blowing his whistle. He didn't see the three and continued on.
"That was too fricken close. Be careful now you gays," said Nick. He lead them the rest of the way through the pasture marsh and finally reached the end. For now, they would try to get past Wisconsin's welcome sign.
"What is this place?" asked Finny.
"This is the pasture marsh. A pasture in Wisconsin where numerous ponds flooded it and soaked the land. The water came from the Mississippi and the back waters flooded it and overran the pasture. We must venture over this to get further into Wisconsin," said Nick. Nick then lead them to a place where the barbed wire was fallen and there was a hole in the fence where the could easily get through. He then lead them over a narrow path which lead through the pasture swamps. For on each side, the ponds would seem to swallow up the land.
"This is disgusting," said Finny.
"Quit your bitching," said Nick. He kept leading them through the pasture marsh lands when suddenly Finny noticed something in one of the ponds. For it was a dead cow, just floating in the water. It had no life on it's face and seemed pale, well, pale for a cow that is.
"There's a dead cow in there!" yelled Finny.
"Yeah, the cows fell in here and drowned. They couldn't keep on land with this narrow path being the only solid part. And the fence kept them in," said Nick.
"Oh poor cows," said Finny.
"Yes, they are lost cows. The many departed which will ever lie in the waters of these ponds," said Nick. As they continued on Finny started feeling dizzy. He looked at the water and stared right at a cow's face. He locked his eyes on it and didn't look away. The cow just seemed to stare back at unblinking dead eyes and gave an eerie tingle down Finny's spine. Finny then was somewhat lulled by the cow and fell face first in the pond. As he sunk he was surrounded by dead cows, floating around him. Suddenly, there came a creepy sight. Cow turds floating in the water would come up and hiss at Finny. They would float and seem to grab at him. The turds were getting closer to pulling Finny towards them, when suddenly a hand grabbed Finny. Finny was shocked and tried to fight it but it overpowered him. Suddenly Finny was dragged up towards the surface.
"What was that?!?" asked Finny in shock.
"Don't ever go into the ponds you fool! For there the cow turds are immense. They will drag you down and smother you, and bury you, and turn you into a zombie, more mindless and gay then you are now. You will become like the cows and will forever lie in the ponds," said Nick.
"I'm too scared! Can we go home now?" asked Finny.
"NO! I want money for my precious. That was my ring. I found it. It should be mine to sell and gain a good bargin for it. Anyways, let's continue," said Nick. So they continued on the narrow strip and walked for what seemed like miles. For they were traveling over the immensely long pasture marsh. After a while they heard a noise. It wasn't a screech. Or a laugh. It was a whistle!
"What's that?" asked Finny.
"It's the wraiths!" yelled Nick.
"But the wraiths are just orcs," said Finny.
"No, those were just fake wraiths you fool. These are the real wraiths. The ref wraiths. They are by far the most powerful of the dark lord Brett. For they are the only ones who control the games played by the Packers. Now hide!" yelled Nick. The three quickly dove under some brush in the pasture. A ref wraith of what seemed like high quality flew overhead in a helicopter, blowing his whistle. He didn't see the three and continued on.
"That was too fricken close. Be careful now you gays," said Nick. He lead them the rest of the way through the pasture marsh and finally reached the end. For now, they would try to get past Wisconsin's welcome sign.