Well, here it is: The very first post of 2012. It's not a Dirty Larry comic, but don't worry, Larry will be showing up very soon.
Today we have a special guest writer, Lindsay Thompson.
I should give some background to the story. We were sitting in a coffee shop when Lindsay looks up from her schoolwork and says "What should I do now?"
I look up from my own work and respond "write a story about a magical penguin cult."
And that's exactly what she did:
The Tale of the Magic Penguin Cult of Missouri
By Lindsay Thompson
Once upon a time there lived a cult of magic penguins, high up in the trees of exotic Missouri. They drank purple Kool-Aid and only listened to Sigur Ros. An emperor penguin named Miguel once suggested listening to Death Cab for Cutie. He was fed to the snaggle-toothed Smaarf that lived below.
One day, a salesman squirrel visited the Missouri penguin cult. He wanted to join the group, and after much conferring, they allowed him to drink the Kool-Aid. They didn’t realize that he wasn’t really a squirrel at all, but a monkey assassin dressed in a squirrel suit, sent by the U.S. Government. In the dark of the night, he killed all the penguins with nothing but a toothpick and a red balloon.
There is no longer a cult of magic penguins high up in the trees of exotic Missouri.
The End
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