18 April 2012
(the word was Bear this time)
Sammo MackenBear had just got the news that mc Narhual had been assasinated, he had bearly had a chance to speak to him, though he had often (rather bearishly) warned mc Narhual that Bread was dangerous, he had could bearly bear the idea that he was dead. And yet he had to, in his line of work people bearly lasted long. They get assasinated and stuff. But the bearial of his carcass was today so sammo Mackenbear beared his bearial jacket and beared his way out of the house.
He was about half way when he met Ivan the cloud. Ivan was dull and grey. Always hanging aroung on gloomy days. He shouted to him bearishly... "ello Ivan, you coming to the bearial?" To which he replied: "probably not sammo, I always cry at bearials" "I brought an umbearella" sammo replied cheerfully. "Ok then" Ivan agreed. The bearial was dull, not because of Ivan, he went to cry over a nearby town. The whole crowd felt down. On one side the Narhual family. And the extended unicorn family. The other side, sammo stood with his colleagues from MI6.5-the slightly more secret service. Eventually it was his turn to pay his respects. Sammo entered the small room and walked solemnly up to the open coffin. Mc Narhual lay there. On a bed of seaweed, with his flippers on his chest. Holding a letter...
Sammo made sure he was alone. Then picked the letter from Mc Walrus. On one side it was addressed: Friend and colleague, Sammo Mackenbear. Sammo gingerly tucked the letter inside his jacket, and walked slowly out. As he strolled back he bid Ivan farewell. Although he had lay to rest in the valley not far off. Sammo opened the letter. On it were two words:
AVENGE ME...
A Short, Random Story 2 • Opuss № I