Chapter 3

• Author: DeeZy (64.89.214.---)
• Verified User: davidzackus
• Date Posted: 11-24-06 17:09

Accidentally losing time in this vast most wondrous universe we live at, DeeZy wakes up from a nap, as he thought it’d be cool to crouch down in the deep grass by the creek, and doze for awhile.
He’da been asleep awhile longer but he was awoke by a honk.
“Honk, honk!” it just kept getting louder. When the Canadian goose floated on by, he made a quick choice to get up and ride the moped west for awhile. I think he must have not been thinking, for he drove to the edge of the world, and he nearly fell off the edge.
He saw a tiny bike tire spinning out there, past the crumbling cliffy edge. Not a good place to be while it’s rainin’.
Dave had awhile to think about things there, because as you can now see, time is different there. This happened a long time ago. So far back that it happened before Chapter Four.
He then used to think things like coil springs and perfectly shaped spheres were some of the coolest features known to man. He was wrong, of course.
He peeled open his front moped tire and pulled out the entire inner tube. It looked like spaghetti to happen, so he started a small bic-fire and went to work stirring inner tube shreds into a nice hot bowl of boiling sauce. Dave found that sauce items grow all around. Well he found himself some red plants, a couple of brown ones and some yellowish stuff. Also some varying fungi, and moss. Olives grow like weeds over most of the entire world, especially in Antarctica, but he was unable to find even one. Good thing he had eaten a whole jar the previous day. Dave thought an 8 hour search was more than enough, since he had, like I just told ya, (keep havin’ to repeat this for ya) a jar the day before.
He found early on also how grinding coffee with your teeth saves time.
DeeZy thought it was about time to break out into song. Out of his rib cage, he pulled one rib. Praying to God to grant just this one miracle, Dave asked for this rib to become a guitar. (He already had a wife.) God took pity on Dave, and gracefully handed him a fancy pre-tuned acoustic. With many thanks, he taught himself a little ditty.
Upon returning to his moped, DeeZy found his tires were shredded. Wondering who might have done this, his stomach growled. Then he went to the Edge of the World Store, and bought new tubes, and a couple of disposable packets of air later, he was roadworthy.
Riddled with glee, and a good wisening-up, Dave lingered awhile longer, by the edge, for who knows how long. That’s about when it hit him….
“Why am I here?”, “Why was I made?”, “Why is there an end to the earth?”, “Why is my moped red and white?”, “Why am I pink?”
Then he woke up from his nap. “Honk, honk!” It was a goose, floating by, that awoke him.

The End