Two Slices of Bologna

Posted: October 9, 2014 in Uncategorized

The motorcycle bumped and jostled its way down the carpeted road, squealing and spinning its tiny wheels over the beige grass. It was a long ride to the kitchen, and it would be miles of dangerous jumps and maybe a dragon. But that was the average commute for Harry Epic, stuntman and secret agent. The only thing that could stop him was the arrival of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a cold Pepsi. The summer was only five days in, and after an hour of doing students on the furniture, it was too hot to do anything but eat a popsicle and sweat in front of Gumby. The ice cream truck hadn’t been seen in far too long, and there were doubts that it would ever be seen again. The only hope for survival was the roll of popsicles encased in plastic tubes the size of office carpeting. And after that, Harry Epic would need to hit the road again.


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