once there was a man walking by
the river in the east and the shop in the north
for a day he walked and another or three
until he realized” all along it was you,
following me, and not the other way around”
fly he could not, nor swim nor run
but walk he should for he felt restless
I know not if this is a poem or a story,
for a poem, it is rather unruly and unorthodox
for a story it’s a bit boring and weird.
Well, anyhoo, this man I was telling you, he was the owner of a small teapot store in the downtown of London. He wasn’t a very successful man, but he managed. After all, he didn’t have a family and a lone man living in his store (he lived in the backroom) doesn’t need much money. Ok, so this one day, there came an Asian-looking man, with a wealthy air to him. He offered our hero £210 000 for his little teapot store down by the river in the streets of London. Patrick, that’s our hero’s name, couldn’t fathom why would someone pay such a large sum for his small and insignificant store. He thought there must be something more behind this deal, but he decided he’d take the chance. All his life he’d lived the boring life of a small business owner (ok, not boring, but ordinary). Pat felt he should do something else for a change. It’s not like he’s got anyone else to worry about, so why not take the money and go someplace else and do something different? So, our hero (well, he wasn’t a hero, but for the sake of the story, just go with it, ok?) took the money, said bye bye to his old little teapot store and left the country. He bought tickets to the seventh flight on the outbound flights board in Heathrow. That just happened to be Georgia. Not Georgia in America, but Georgia in Europe. That wasn’t something he’d planned, but hey, this morning he thought he was gonna eat the usual lunch of take away chinese, but instead he took some money from possibly a Chinese man and sold his little teapot store.
So. as Patrick was walking towards the terminal to go to Georgia he suddenly tripped. He had been thinking so intensely about his next move he didn’t see where he was walking. He tripped on a leash and small dog yelped on the sudden pull of its leash. Pat got up fast and was worried he might’ve hurt the dog. For some reason the dog came to him and started playfully biting his leg. Pat started to get worried he might offend the owner of the dog (why, he didn’t know but he just had that sort of feeling he’s doing something very inappropriate), but following the leash to the owner he didn’t see anyone holding it. The dog was tied to an airport chair and seemed to be left there just by himself (or herself, Patrick didn’t really know whether the dog was a male or female). So, after having made sure the not-around-owner of the dog wouldn’t mind him patting and playing with the dog, he decided to have a little fun.
Suddenly, while Patrick was playing with this nice little dog, everything exploded. A huge space-t-rex had hit the Earth and started to shoot lasers from its mouth and eyes. It was the megagodzilla aka megazilla. So the earth was destroyed and the megazilla lived trigger-happily ever after. The beginning.