When Larry walked down the hallway and saw the apple orchard, he jumped for grief. Then his father who wasn't in the other room said, "please quit your yapping and start talking!" This disrupted Larry very much and so he didn't mind. "Mom," he said, "Can I call you Mother Dearest?" This put his mom into an outrage and so she grinned goodly. The father who wasn't in the other room grinned evilly. This put a beginning to things. First a rabbit flew into the room and knocked over a lamp that was having a conversation with itself. Then the lamp fell into the ceiling. It fell all the way to space where it hit a satellite that was for Dish Network and so then there was no more Dish TV because the satellite fell all the way to Arkansas where the hillbillies deemed it as a satellite. Much to the governments not knowledge. Then a redneck came and shot the rabbit that started it, because he was a hard core redneck and watched tv all the time, but it was dish tv. He was so mad he shot the rabbit so many times it stopped dying after the 1st shot. The rabbit flew away dejectedly, fluttering his meaty hind legs. There were no holes in the wall from the gun shots, which angered the farmers wife who happened to not be the Mona Lisa. Or the person who was the portrait of the Mona Lisa for that matter. Then Larry was content and walked back to New Zealand, where he doesn't live to this day. He lives with the Hillbillies in Wyoming - the ones in Arkansas were to real for his taste. Or his preferences. And so to this day which was yesterday's tomorrow, he never ever got to not get to not go to the apple orchard which he didn't deem as a flock of yellow's migrating to the migration land.
THE END.
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