Post by Tien on Dec 1, 2008 23:32:58 GMT -5
Tien awoke from his slumber at dawn. As he opened his eyes he was blinded for a moment; the sun was just rising and the sky was a magnificent shade of orange and purple. He stood up and looked out at the horizon and took a deep breath of the cool crisp winter air. Tien had been training in the mountains of Russia for quite sometime; he found the temperature helps to build his endurance.
On a normal morning Tien would hunt down a Siberian white tiger, kill it with his bare hands, cook it, and eat it for breakfast. But today was different. He didn’t feel like having a tiger so he sat down and pondered. Thinking deeply about what he wanted for breakfast. Then it came to him like a speeding bullet shot into 50 cent’s abdomen! He wanted French toast. But Russia is quite far away from France when you can’t fly. But Tien being the great thinker that he is devised a plan, a plan so devious that the grench himself would be proud. He would go to the nearest town and buy some French toast.
Tien could see smoke over the mountain so he dashed as fast as he could and when he reached the top he saw a tiny Russia village at the bottom of the other side. When he reached the bottom of the mountain he asked a large Russian where he could procure his French delicacy. The man didn’t speak American and that’s the only language Tien understands, so Tien just followed where the man pointed hoping his quest for toast would soon be over…..
Little did he know the greatest adventure of his life was about to begin…..
word count = 287
On a normal morning Tien would hunt down a Siberian white tiger, kill it with his bare hands, cook it, and eat it for breakfast. But today was different. He didn’t feel like having a tiger so he sat down and pondered. Thinking deeply about what he wanted for breakfast. Then it came to him like a speeding bullet shot into 50 cent’s abdomen! He wanted French toast. But Russia is quite far away from France when you can’t fly. But Tien being the great thinker that he is devised a plan, a plan so devious that the grench himself would be proud. He would go to the nearest town and buy some French toast.
Tien could see smoke over the mountain so he dashed as fast as he could and when he reached the top he saw a tiny Russia village at the bottom of the other side. When he reached the bottom of the mountain he asked a large Russian where he could procure his French delicacy. The man didn’t speak American and that’s the only language Tien understands, so Tien just followed where the man pointed hoping his quest for toast would soon be over…..
Little did he know the greatest adventure of his life was about to begin…..
word count = 287