Blog post 1

"That was some adventure, huh?" said the Rattlesnake to the One-eyed baby. The small cyclops started to cry. Having just one eye there were only half the tears of a normal infant,which was good because their boat had begun to capsize. The talking Rattlesnake was right in saying that they had just had an adventure. They had been apart of a traveling freak show in the Pacific Northwest. At a small truck stop in Tacoma, Washington their cages had fallen off the back of the freak show van. Rattlesnake had wiggled through the bars of its cage and freed the baby. He was planning on eating the child, but could not bring himself to eat such a vile freak. So Rattlesnake had begun carrying him around by the neck with his mouth. He slithered down the road with the hopes of finding shelter for the night. However, a family saw a baby crying on the side of the road and pulled over. Being devoted to the Church of Latter Day Saints the father, Harold, saw two living things that could be converted. He began to preach from the book of Mormon. The baby began to cry. At the end of his long sermon Harold demanded that both baby and Rattlesnake come live as his guests in Salt Lake City. Rattlesnake tried to bargain with Harold, but he would have none of it. He threw them both in a wooden box.The baby continued crying all the way to Salt Lake City. Rattlesnake decided that he would take a short nap and then devise a plan. 25 minutes later he awoke starving. Forgetting completely where he was and of his predicament he started to gnaw at the side of the box. He gnawed and gnawed and freed himself through a small hole. Biting the first piece of food he laid eyes on he sank his teeth in to Harold's four year old daughter Karen. He made short work of Karen devouring her whole in a matter of moments. Harold was not amused and while he cried and cried he stated his intentions to send them to the local zoo. They were caged and put on view for the paying public. After three days of sitting in a cage and watching crowds go by neither had many hopes for the future. Little did they know that just 100 yards away in the Monkey house trouble was brewing. The chimpanzees, with the help of the  orangutans, had begun implementing an escape plan that was simply ingenious. The details would be to difficult to relay in a 400 word blog, but many successful human jailbreaks have not had half the organization of this attempt. At any rate, at precisely 11:45 at night the monkeys had escaped and begun freeing the rest of the zoo's animals. As planned, yet previously unbeknownst to them, One-eyed baby and talking amphibian found themselves on the dusty sidewalk outside the zoo. Still carrying the baby, but at this point unsure why, Rattlesnake slithered downhill. Then he saw something and knew where he and his only friend were headed to. At the bottom of the hill he spied the frothing, blue Great Salt Lake. And sitting on its bank was a small rusty rowboat. They boarded the rowboat and the serpent taught One-eyed baby how to row. They rowed and rowed for hours. Hours turned in to days. Days turned in to weeks. Weeks turned in to years. They still row on and on, escaping their lives as captives.