Thursday, October 14, 2010
anyway, i was out late one night, hanging a mirror in the stable and putting newspaper clippings of Mr Ed sort of sticking out of the frame of the mirror to make it look like this one horse was a huge Mr Ed fan and maybe he was practicing talking in front of the mirror, hoping to be the next horse to make it big in hollywood. suddenly, i heard a strange noise. it didn't sound like an amish noise. it sounded like a futuristic noise. so i left the stable to try to figure out what the heck was going on. that's when i saw him. an astronaut flying down to earth on what looked like a jet ski with flames shooting out the back. "awesome," i whispered to myself. "darn right it's awesome," shouted the astronaut as he turned of the engine and removed his helmet.
"are you a ghost?" i asked.
"no, dummy, i'm a spaceman," he replied.
"spaceman! that's what i meant. not ghost. i meant to say spaceman," i insisted.
"well then, right you are! my name's kienan!"
we high fived three times in a row, real fast.
i introduced myself, "my name's nic michaels"
"cool," he said.
"thanks," i said.
we spent the rest of the night eating astronaut ice cream and putting bifocals on pigs. we've been best friends ever since. happy birthday, friend!