("fall over horse")

I finally got the draft. The draft was mine. Now I could draft my way outta here. All of a sudden I heard a knock at the door. "Solemn?" I said with my ear to my hand. I decided not to answer to the door & celebrate some more about the draft. Time was the draft was under the door frame. If I opened that door the draft would end & a huge draft (breeze) would begin. "Would a criminal knock?" said the door, I assume. I had no time for talking doors. It sounded like the door was a double layer door with about a 3 inch gap between itself & it spoke to the one closest to me. Tiring of listening to the door, I decided to weld my fridge to my couch. I was soon to find out that the fridge is not flammable but the couch is. So soon I was to find it out, that I found it out right then. The couch burst into flames (there is no couch it completely morphed into flames) & I thought to myself as my head hung low "My house is on fire... again."
Now was the moment of truth. Would I try to escape through the door & ruin my draft? Would I burn to death in my own house? Would I dance away hoping someone helps me out?
Well I didn't have time to ponder those questions so I just tried to eat all the food from the fridge before I lost it to the merciless, unquenchable, not cold but very very hot flames. Seems I ate me self unconscious, as I like to do. I woke up & apparently it was all a dream. Then I realized I'd been lying in a pile of ashes. As luck would have it, I ate so much food I.. As luck would have it the ice in the fridge.. ok honestly I don't know what happened. All I know is that these men put me in this wonderful bed with a top on it & let me live in a small underground cave.
End.
2003 Piemerica-Incorperated-Eternally	1/22-25	Written by (The Joe) Legend