Cornfields - PART 1

Ok guys, here's the first story. (!!)

A long long time ago, recently a man named Larry Murphy Dorman walked into an apple orchard. Actually it all started out when he woke up from sleeping (he had gone to bed the previous night, much to everyone's surprise) in his grandma's mom's dad's great grandson's uncle. Who, by the way, isn't your mom. (I am dearly sorry) ANYWAYS. ...So he woke up, and walked down a cheery hallway. I'm not sure how it was cheery, it just was so don't eat a pickle over it. (Although to do that you'd have to get on the roof and your mom might shoot you for that) ANYWAYS. So he walked down the hallway and saw an apple orchard through the window. So he immediately died. (not really) He went to his grandma's mom's dad's great grandson's uncle and said, "can I go play in that cornfield grandma?" (This was strange because the person wasn't his grandma) Outraged at the wrong name calling, the man sat down on the couch and smiled. Larry started crying. "Please don't smile son!" he said. (He is obviously very smart) The man only frowned a smile and said "your cows await you." So Larry immediately (I already said immediately) fell down and kissed the germ on the floor. "What else would you do for a skittle?" Larry asked. The man only fell asleep. Larry, thinking this meant it was bedtime, died. (actually he just went to bed.) He woke up the next morning and walked down the same hall, and saw the apple orchard.

END PART 1.

~Pelican