Gonzo comes to town
Who: Gonzo and open
What: Gonzo arrives
Where: By the pond
When: January 2 in the morning
Status: Open and incomplete
Rating: G
If you were to hear a large blue whatever of indeterminate species hurtling through the air at high speed, this is roughly the sound you would hear:
"WHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
And that was exactly the sound echoing through Aternaville that morning. Gonzo, AKA the Great Gonzo, was hurtling through the clouds roughly ten times as fast as the geese he whizzed past, and was having a great time to boot. If this wind kept up, he should be in Vancouver at…
Wait. Where was the wind?
Gonzo realized that what he was doing suddenly resembled plummeting more than it did flying. Not that plummeting wasn’t fun too. Plummeting was sometimes more fun than flying. You just had to have the trick of landing, which Gonzo did.
“WAHOOOO!” Gonzo shouted, waving his stringy little arms excitedly as he plummeted toward what looked like a duck pond.
SPLOOSH
Yes, it was definitely a duck pond. He’d landed in one in London several years ago. Much better than crashing through the roof of a greenhouse.
What: Gonzo arrives
Where: By the pond
When: January 2 in the morning
Status: Open and incomplete
Rating: G
If you were to hear a large blue whatever of indeterminate species hurtling through the air at high speed, this is roughly the sound you would hear:
"WHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
And that was exactly the sound echoing through Aternaville that morning. Gonzo, AKA the Great Gonzo, was hurtling through the clouds roughly ten times as fast as the geese he whizzed past, and was having a great time to boot. If this wind kept up, he should be in Vancouver at…
Wait. Where was the wind?
Gonzo realized that what he was doing suddenly resembled plummeting more than it did flying. Not that plummeting wasn’t fun too. Plummeting was sometimes more fun than flying. You just had to have the trick of landing, which Gonzo did.
“WAHOOOO!” Gonzo shouted, waving his stringy little arms excitedly as he plummeted toward what looked like a duck pond.
SPLOOSH
Yes, it was definitely a duck pond. He’d landed in one in London several years ago. Much better than crashing through the roof of a greenhouse.