Want to play? The next piece of spam you get, take one line and create a short story from it.
You know you wanna.
The road now plunged into a gorge of the Delectable Mountains.
Will gazed in open-mouthed wonder at the gorgeous scenery around him. The trees looked like licorice whips, and a river babbled to itself, wending through the rocky terrain. He could see the bus station far ahead, and swallowed hard, reminding himself to use his manners and shake hands like Grandad taught him.
Joe's dirty car was waiting at the curb.
"Hey, kid" said Joe, barely looking up from his newspaper. "You have a good ride?"
Will nodded. "Sure."
Joe gestured him in. "Let's get you home."
As they were driving away from town (Will still peering at everything) Joe remarked "You don't remember this, do you? You know, you lived here before. Your mom brought you out here when you were a baby."
Will's voice was low. "I don't want to talk about my mom. Ever since she ran off with that clown, I don't like the circus anymore."
Joe coughed. "I'm guessing your uncle never told you what he does?"
They turned into the driveway. Large cages lined the driveway, each with a pacing big cat inside. A paddock held zebras and llamas. A man was driving three grey horses in a gaily ribboned cart.
"Yeah, kid, you're living with the liontamer now."
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