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Feb 22, 2009 03:45PM
It feels so good to fly.
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I said as I was flying through the Andes. I was following a group of birds that were heading south.
They were beautiful--fluid and graceful, every feather on their bodies designed to rule the sky.
However, a huge thunderstorm was coming along and I had to separate from the birds. I felt so melancholy. I decided to rest up a bit at the Days Inn.
Unfortunately, there was no vacancy so I sat in the lobby for the next few hours.
The attendant came up to me and asked me a couple of questions. All of a sudden, a group of FBI memebers came to me and arrested me. I was bewildered.
"You've broken a federal law," said a woman in black. "You are under arrest." Then she read my Moranda(?) rights.
Then, I prounounced that I was a secret memember of the government, trying to find the mysterious virus that is infecting the people. If I was arrested, then you would have to put it up with the president. I showed my own pass, secretly made by the President himself.
The woman ripped it into shreds.
She said she was directly ordered by the president to arrest me. I had no choice but to succamb.
(succumb)
The manacles felt cold on my hands, and I felt like a criminal as people stared in shock at me.
The manacles felt cold on my hands, and I felt like a criminal as people stared in shock at me.
(Sorry.)I decided that I had no choice. I used all my strength and broke free from the manacles and flew away.
Looking back at the people, they looked like fleas against the ground as I rapidly accelerated.
Suddenly, some of the people also grew wings and started to catch up to me. I was shocked.
"COMING THROUGH!" shouted a familiar voice.
I saw Mr. President flying in his $10,000,000,000 plane. I saw him with all his agents. They were protecting me from the FBI members. The president was accompinied by the CIA.
The woman perked up and put her hands on her hips.
"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded.
"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded.
Mr. President grinned, complete with gleaming white teeth. I'm afraid you'll have to abolish this mission, Doctor."
