Once upon a time there was a happy walrus, named Lolrus. He owned a bucket which he dearly loved and brought him constant joy.
But one day, tragedy struck.
Poor Lolrus became morose, weeping over the loss of his beloved bucket.
He was inconsolable. Not even Teddy Roosevelt could comfort him.
So he set out on an epic quest, to find his lost bucket.
Realizing that he couldn't do this alone, Lolrus went to his friends, asking for help to find his bucket.
During his investigation, he discovered that what appeared to be a simple stolen bucket was something much deeper, something foul and rotting. So he searched the maggot infested slimey underbelly of the underground, seeking out information. He came across a shady looking person:
Who told him what to do.
He tried, but failed.
The Lolrus became very discouraged, and cried to heavens in anguish.
After a long and arduous journey, the Lolrus finally overcame his enemies and came unto the inner sanctum of the bloodthirsty leader of the conspiracy.
But the leader would not go down without a fight.
SO THE LOLRUS FOUGHT HIM.
THE LOLRUS DELIVERED THE FINAL BLOW WITH HIS MIGHTY TAIL.
The evil cat was imprisoned, his reign of terror and bucket theft at an end.
And so Lolrus was reunited with his beloved bucket.
He told the story to his son, much like I tell you this story now.
And everything was good forever.
OR WAS IT?????
The end?
