Guest Blogger; or, Insomnia Makes Me Stupid (Hopefully Not Contagious)

Dear reader, please welcome our guest blogger, Little Guy. The post today is the first installment of an adventure story that he dictated to me; he had written it on his own, and somehow lost the document in the saving. I happily offered do the typing for him to re-create the story; and in so doing, what tenuous grasp my mind had on the web of words for today's post was broken, and the words floated away, unfettered.

I'm certain his words are just as fine, and possibly even better, than mine, depending upon your viewpoint.

Enjoy, dear reader. I'll talk to you again soon.

Crayfish Park

Once there was a boy on a lost island which was called Crayfish Park. It had giant blue crayfish which were ice-crayfish. They had blood-colored crayfish and nude crayfish, but it was shell. Then the boy saw a crayfish and he jumped up and bit off its claw. Then he roasted the claw, and ate it like a gorilla. Then the claw made a claw-shape in his body. The boy reached in there and threw it out of his body. Then he caught a chicken and ate it Mexican-style, which means that he got some burritos and refried beans in the chicken. He saw a tiny rock and sat under it. Then he saw a delicious bass. It was one hundred inches long, and he caught it with his bare hands. He had a nice dinner. Then he met cavemen. A caveman hit him with a club, and then the boy hit him back. The boy finally got rescued. But not so fast! A giant crayfish jumped up and destroyed the helicopter.
To be continued……