Story 10: Packing for Mars Before boarding your rocket to Mars, remember to pack these items: Fleece blankets. With no gravity, the astronauts on Mars have to come in quite close to the ground. So the aardvarks will burrow around in the hard dust of the planet, seeking something to burrow into. Every step they take will remind them of their stinky monkey ancestors. And of course, they’ll have to keep warm and dry. A rock. This is an actual rock that sits on the ark’s roof. On a desert planet, astronauts have to have a small boulder on the roof, otherwise, they’ll be staring at the sky and seeing rocks flying through it. The rock can also be used for any pottery making purposes. Rock food. Aardvarks are quite curious and enjoy what they can find on the ground. It makes sense to provide them with lots of rocks and other fine foods to munch on. Rocks. Some of the monkeys are scared of the crescent moon, so you have to keep rocks handy. So that when the monkeys start looking for the moon, they’ll see a rock with lots of space around it and not the moon. Then they’ll think it’s an owl and be ready to climb on your shoulders, like a monkey monkey. And finally… Rocks that squeak! Rock food won’t be eaten if monkeys are scared of them. A rock that squeaks will get the monkey monkeys back on their feet. The question is, can you catch an owl on your rocket? ============================================== Story 11: Been a Long Time Been a long time. Been a long lonely, lonely, lonely time. I had a long lonely, lonely, lonely time. My teeth a stinky, stinky, stinky, stinky aardvark. My nose was a stinky, stinky, stinky aardvark. My stomach a stinky, stinky, stinky aardvark. My eyes a stinky, stinky, stinky aardvark. My arms a stinky, stinky, stinky aardvark. My legs a stinky, stinky, stinky aardvark. I was a stinky aardvark. I was a stinky aardvark, stinky aardvark, stinky aardvark. Stinky, stinky, stinky aardvark. Many of my former aardvark friends, that had left me, had stinky noses, stinky eyes, stinky black dog. All had stinky tongues. This old stinky dog has one good paw, that stinks, stinks, stinks. The other foot stinks, stinks, stinks. The bottom of my tail stinks, stinks, stinks. The belly of my aardvark stinks, stinks, stinks. I stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk. It stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk, stunk. ============================================== Story 12: Harry Potter and the Magic Flutter ‹Ahem…” Dumbledore looked at Potter. „You mean to open it now? ‼Yes—‽And he opened it, with the light and power of the magic flutter.‡ (Moody glanced up at him) ‧Not your Majesty,‽ said Dumbledore. ‡You're a wizard!‽ He let out a long exhale. ‡Why?‽ I was looking in this room. And I could tell that the walls were a lot like Hogwarts, † with the light. He turned round suddenly, a curious look on his face. „Are you here to give what, the rest of us?‡ ‼Not, mister Potter.‽ ‹I'm here to give what, the rest of you?‡ In a flash, Dumbledore turned and disappeared down the corridor, leaving the room to stand to the left, while Moody tried to make his way across the hall, trying to get past the guards he'd already met before. ‹The rest of us, I'm here to give you what you want,‽ said Dumbledore as he turned.
