Once upon a time there was a girl named Flaura who lived in a quaint apartment with her two friends. Many of her other friends lived near by, and they made it a habit to spend time with one another after a hard day at work. On an ordinary day just like many others, Flaura, Bemily, Abryan, and Mabe sat around the kitchen table playing a card game after dinner. It was a riveting game, and laughter and jests were passed around like a soccer ball at recess.
During the game, Flaura had a sudden thought that needed immediate attention. She needed to tell her friend next door something before it slipped her mind again. In the apartment complex where the friends dwelled, there were doors that opened to "courtyards". There were no courts involved and it certainly did not contain a yard, but such it was called nonetheless. If you were to open the courtyard door, you could shout and have all the neighbors in the near vicinity hear you. The negative aspects ranged from never having a private conversation to hearing screaming babies and barking puppies at all hours of the day. However, the benefits made this a widely used form of communication, and such a form was going to be used by Flaura. As she reached for the door handle, a long black shape caught her eye. Because one of her deepest fears was snakes, she immediately assumed it was such a beast. Without a second glance, she screamed, "Snake! Snake! I think it's a snake!" and soon found herself on the kitchen counter. Such a statement does not go unchecked, and soon Bemily, Abryan, and Mabe were on their feet. As soon as shrieks exited Mabe and Bemily's mouths, Flaura knew the worst was happening: there was a snake in the house. Within seconds, Flaura was joined on the counter by Bemily, and Mabe was standing on a chair. Because there was a snake, and because it was in a house, the screaming and shrieking did not immediately stop. It can be assumed that all persons within a two house radius heard the commotion and were under the impression a murderer was on the loose. The screams did bring a person, although not a murderer, to the house, a friend named Ralieda. Ralieda waltzed in, looked around, and was soon standing atop a chair.
While the chaos ensued, somehow Abryan was able to keep his composure and both feet on the floor. "Who has a machete?" he yelled over the clamor. Nobody had a machete. "Who has a broom handle?" he tried next. No one had a broom handle. (Or maybe they did have a broom handle, but the friends were physically unable to process the question.) "Are you guys going to do anything?" Nobody was going to do anything, unless screaming and sitting on the counter counted as doing something.
As nothing continued to happen, Mabe made the long leap from his chair to the floor and bolted out the door to get the guard that kept a vigilant watch over all the inhabitants. Soon the guard, calm and collected, walked in with a machete. The friends pointed to where the snake was, and - gasp! - the snake was no longer there. More screaming and scrambling followed. The logical explanation was that the snake was behind the food shelves next to the door. The shelves were searched. The machete poked and prodded. No snake.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes. Hearts were beating quickly. Where was the snake?
Eleven minutes. The snake slithered out from behind the shelves and quickly met its death!
The noble guard left with the beheaded snake in his hands. The friends looked around to asses the damage: one grown women sitting on a counter, the second standing on the counter, and the third standing on a chair. Another pass through the room would reveal a grown man standing on a chair, and another shaking his head at everyone else.
The friends were never quite the same after that adventure, but for the most part, we can say they lived happily ever after.
During the game, Flaura had a sudden thought that needed immediate attention. She needed to tell her friend next door something before it slipped her mind again. In the apartment complex where the friends dwelled, there were doors that opened to "courtyards". There were no courts involved and it certainly did not contain a yard, but such it was called nonetheless. If you were to open the courtyard door, you could shout and have all the neighbors in the near vicinity hear you. The negative aspects ranged from never having a private conversation to hearing screaming babies and barking puppies at all hours of the day. However, the benefits made this a widely used form of communication, and such a form was going to be used by Flaura. As she reached for the door handle, a long black shape caught her eye. Because one of her deepest fears was snakes, she immediately assumed it was such a beast. Without a second glance, she screamed, "Snake! Snake! I think it's a snake!" and soon found herself on the kitchen counter. Such a statement does not go unchecked, and soon Bemily, Abryan, and Mabe were on their feet. As soon as shrieks exited Mabe and Bemily's mouths, Flaura knew the worst was happening: there was a snake in the house. Within seconds, Flaura was joined on the counter by Bemily, and Mabe was standing on a chair. Because there was a snake, and because it was in a house, the screaming and shrieking did not immediately stop. It can be assumed that all persons within a two house radius heard the commotion and were under the impression a murderer was on the loose. The screams did bring a person, although not a murderer, to the house, a friend named Ralieda. Ralieda waltzed in, looked around, and was soon standing atop a chair.
While the chaos ensued, somehow Abryan was able to keep his composure and both feet on the floor. "Who has a machete?" he yelled over the clamor. Nobody had a machete. "Who has a broom handle?" he tried next. No one had a broom handle. (Or maybe they did have a broom handle, but the friends were physically unable to process the question.) "Are you guys going to do anything?" Nobody was going to do anything, unless screaming and sitting on the counter counted as doing something.
As nothing continued to happen, Mabe made the long leap from his chair to the floor and bolted out the door to get the guard that kept a vigilant watch over all the inhabitants. Soon the guard, calm and collected, walked in with a machete. The friends pointed to where the snake was, and - gasp! - the snake was no longer there. More screaming and scrambling followed. The logical explanation was that the snake was behind the food shelves next to the door. The shelves were searched. The machete poked and prodded. No snake.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes. Hearts were beating quickly. Where was the snake?
Eleven minutes. The snake slithered out from behind the shelves and quickly met its death!
The noble guard left with the beheaded snake in his hands. The friends looked around to asses the damage: one grown women sitting on a counter, the second standing on the counter, and the third standing on a chair. Another pass through the room would reveal a grown man standing on a chair, and another shaking his head at everyone else.
The friends were never quite the same after that adventure, but for the most part, we can say they lived happily ever after.
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