One day, which was almost night on Tuesday, but wasn't quite Wednesday, was goodish for going to sleep in a soft cosy large big dog's basket. There just wasn't enough fur to make a cat's life longer than a human's muscle in a leg-like shape-type circlish thing. On top of freezers, there was usually a big self-destructing light brown wierdish thingy which looks lightish red and blue and acts as a button. The apple was green and sat mostly on the button that was self-destructing on top of freezers. A few dogs lay on the apple that sat on the button. When the time was not before Wednesday, then the button exploded, burning everything ever seen very lightly by turning the chocolate wheel around twice. The poor dogs sat on their burnt home, and thought that it should never happen again. All of their Eyebrows were burnt badly down the middle, apart from one. He was the Chosen One. He dug himself a hole and sheltered penguins under his Eyebrow, which was rather smelly on the day of creation, because that was the day of creation. Ever since that day, penguins have been the national enjoyment of old-aged pensioners, not including Mr. BiGee of Morocco, or Mrs. Yoghurt of Yaarghland. Strangely, softly, stupidly, walked the ground-up apple along the pavement. Dead, it started attacking the molten cheese spread which was spread on the chocolate wheel, but the Chosen One told it that it was dead, and so it was.