Once upon a time, upon the far reaches mt Big Mountain, there lived a tiny mountain- small and insignificant. No one cares about a little hill sitting on a big hill. So there it would sit, and let the ages pass by. Our tale has nothing to do with this mountain, I just thought he was a loser who achieved nothing with his life. Look at him now, nothing but a pile of dirt.

Once upon an acorns fart, there was a tiny village of tiny acorn people- they loved to sing from the steeple every dawn. But the wind blew them apart. Hi my name is Art

Okay okay, for real this time. Our story starts with a young boy tossing a newspaper salesman a dime, while sucking on a lime. A woman in a nearby window was getting her nails done. "What can we do for fun?" said the young boy to his friend, little John Noserun. Just then, sweet Sally Lunn passed by like a wild springbuck, "I know!" said little johnny! "Let's hit her with our spray gun and then make a quick run!"

As they raced towards Sally Lunn, they were met with the most unfortunate bad luck. The two boys were flattened by an oncoming truck.

"Yuck!, Yuck!, Yuck! This simply will not do! That truck was not meant to get the best of you!" An old man was running amok an office of clouds, down below them was a dark thundercloud.

"Aha!" said the man with a voice uttered loud, "I know what I shall do!" He did boldly proclaim, "I shall have you begin again!"

"Yes, yes this will do!-; Why, I'll even make you immortal too!" At his words, the world turned twenty seven degrees askew- give or take a few.

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They hoped from portal to portal as they appeared- pausing only a moment when an alligator snapping turtle tried to bite off little johnny's ear. He jumped high into the air, much to the old man's despair. They did not find a single trace of his hair, but little Johnny Noserun was everywhere, and he was gone.

They came to their destination, not a word was spoken, it was clear our hero was rather broken. The old man left in a hurry, leaving a tiny card in his scurry which read "All complaints To the United Naplem Educational Scientific and Cultural Organization."

So begins the tale of our everlasting hero, A strange outcasting to zero.

End of Chapter 1.

Hello folkies. It's ya boi art back at it again with another after chapter poem.

A immortality, man's lusty 'mix',

Overflowing with nix,

ceaseless accounts must always contradict.

Stale me not ye vail lot.

"Immortality is a myth" Yeah no---,

Don't mind me, it's a bit,

But to truth buried in, I must admit-

"Japanese Apricot."

Alright I'm tired of poetry, yes my head hurts for all those who are going to ask(mods you can ignore this, judges I expect a ten page essay- I will accept no less.)

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