Once upon a time, there was a lovely little sausage named Ridrick. He was a carpenter of many trades, including gold digging and dust pandling. Living by the vast mountains of Bigmountain, he usually enjoyed prancing around in a field of fresh-cut spring flowers that spewd across a babbling brook with a hint of marmalade.
Ridrick was a very dashing and young man, barely the age of twenty-three summers past a moon. He had short, blonde hair and green-beige eyes that sparkled in the sun. He usually walked around with his shirt off, allowing his vast six-pack to ripple in the wind. He had a pair of kacky cargo shorts that he wore with him at all times. Since, he didn't believe in shoes, his feet were as bare as a baby's behind when it was being spanked.
Once on a bright, but cloudy day, he skipped down to the mountain's creek where he saw a yak as large as a sailboat eating grass. Ridrick felt sorry for the grass and kindly asked the yak to stop before the army of Cloy Aikens came and sta