Once upon a time....

[msfledermaus]

And a very long time ago, there was an enchanted __________ that stalked the high and mighty vales of the great ___________ of ____________. Lonely and accustomed to both silence and ______________, he wandered the blue-green grasses and bone-white stalks of ___________. Until one day.
As the Musk-ox walked through the tall grasses of the __________, he came upon a monk, old and wise, with a bundle upon his back and a patched tunic made of old but fine _________. "What are you?" Spluttered the Musk-ox in deepest ____________. "I am the Monk of ____________, and I know what you are seeking."
The aged man replied. "I have what you require right here in my __________."

And with that, the monk empited the sack and held out a shining _____________ that awed and amazed the mighty Musk-ox of ____________ Mountain. It held truth. It held peace. It held __________________.

In return, the musk-ox gave the venerable old ___________ one of his horns to take with him on his journeys...and the Ox shambled off into the __________ admiring the gift the monk had thoughtfully tied to his _______________.



You know what to do....fill them blanks!!!

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[low-delta.livejournal.com]

And a very long time ago, there was an enchanted bedpan that stalked the high and mighty vales of the great hospital of brick. Lonely and accustomed to both silence and buttocks, he wandered the blue-green grasses and bone-white corridors of illness and recovery. Until one day.
As the Musk-ox walked through the tall grasses of the space between the sidewalk and the street, he came upon a monk, old and wise, with a bundle upon his back and a patched tunic made of old but fine band-aids. "What are you?" Spluttered the Musk-ox in deepest confusion. "I am the Monk of eternity, and I know what you are seeking."
The aged man replied. "I have what you require right here in my magic bedpan."

And with that, the monk empited the bedpan and held out a shining lemon that awed and amazed the mighty Musk-ox of Marzipan Mountain. It held truth. It held peace. It held more sugar than one might expect.

In return, the musk-ox gave the venerable old fart one of his horns to take with him on his journeys...and the Ox shambled off into the cardboard box admiring the gift the monk had thoughtfully tied to his navel hair.

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[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

EEEEW!
Fantastic!!!
*giggles at the lemon tied to the navel hair*

[freedomrider.livejournal.com]

Once upon a time....

And a very long time ago, there was an enchanted llama that stalked the high and mighty vales of the great corn fields of Venezuela. Lonely and accustomed to both silence and pizza, he wandered the blue-green grasses and bone-white stalks of devastation. Until one day.
As the Musk-ox walked through the tall grasses of the shopping mall, he came upon a monk, old and wise, with a bundle upon his back and a patched tunic made of old but fine Aluminium foil. "What are you?" Spluttered the Musk-ox in deepest remorse. "I am the Monk of yellowness, and I know what you are seeking."
The aged man replied. "I have what you require right here in my imagination."

And with that, the monk empited the sack and held out a shining microwave oven that awed and amazed the mighty Musk-ox of the Low Mountain. It held truth. It held peace. It held pop-corn.

In return, the musk-ox gave the venerable old scoundrel one of his horns to take with him on his journeys...and the Ox shambled off into the fields of unconsciousness admiring the gift the monk had thoughtfully tied to his teeth.

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[msfledermaus.livejournal.com]

Bravo!!!Bravo!!!!
*applauds wildly*

Ooh, Now I want popcorn!!!