Wyvern’s Migration Goose is Cooked: In the early hours of the day
hitherto known as Sunday, but after which called the Deceased, a fiasco like
none other recorded shattered, smashed and rampaged the quiet province of
Bombay; the well known coastal town characterized by its lovely tropical black
sand beaches, its sinister bubbling volcano, and the annual spectacle of the Wyvern
Rush, the manifested bulk of the Wyvernical populace and its travel from the
cold northern mountains to the slightly damp Yovian hillsides.
The fuse for the fiasco was lit as
fiascoes often are with an addled Eastern cartographer, who mistook a Sludge
stain on his new migratory trajectories map to be the main line of geese
migration that year.
Escalating the fiasco further, the
cartographer hastened to I.P. (Instant Pearl) the Great Honker of the geese
herds to make sure he understood the wiles of changing his main flight path so
drastically, as it coincided directly with the migratory path of the Wyverns,
directly above Bombay.
Thinking this a great idea, having
not discovered the benefits of a second opinion, his Supreme Honkitonk changed
his charts to match the Easterners, and continued on with his day.
All of these stunning facts are news
to everyone, but the next and finalizing chapter of the fiasco we all know slightly
better thanks to the cursed convenient NEWS Pearl and Crystal apps.
Crowds quickly congregated on the
shady beaches of Bombay to witness the spectacle fo the Wyvern Rush. As the
first crowd of V-formation Wyverns glided over (singing their famous ‘Icicles
and Refrigerated Stalactites’ Migration Chorus), the fiasco seemed to have been
averted. But as the main crowd rushed overhead, a sinister quack and the
flapping of many wings sounded the bell of renewed fiasco…ness.
Perfectly timed as any fiasco could
be; the brunt V formation of migrating geese crashed into the main W formation
of migration Wyverns.
The air soon became a battlefield, dissolving
into Chase the Big Pigeons, and Fly Quacking from the Mean Dragons. Geese fell like
confetti from the skies, and Wyverns dove like maddened fishers.
Unfortunately, the fiasco was only beginning, which is convenient, but
gives us more stuff to write about, and makes a smashing fiasco.
One of the aforementioned falling
geese, toppled in a diagonal course surmounted with a sort of spinning flop,
which landed it straight into the famous Bombay volcano, Mt. Cornelius, well
known for its tendency not to erupt, and a slightly smoking crater.
Unfortunately, volcanoes don’t like
geese jumping on them, and it presently erupted, sending a massive lava flow
down the mountain towards the crowded streets, and several flaming meteors
toward the traffic jammed skies.
Fortunately, the conflagrating
fiascoes helped to avert one another, as several of the Wyverns thought they
had it in them to become X-treme Fire Swallowers, and while flaming Wyverns
flew to and fro to stop the blaze, the geese did overhead flights to help douse
the flames using their own ‘personal’ anti-fire capabilities.
Bombay was saved! With the help of
two unusual allies, it had prevailed, which just goes to show that our paper
is better than those $#&^$@ apps because fiascoes sometimes help out
other fiascoes as fiascoes often time hide a better fiasco within another
fiasco.
Until our next report,
The Post
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Third post and counting in the Yolapalooza for Posts! Suggestions, questions, criticisms and political rallies are welcome!
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