I am now going to tell a great Norse Saga. This is the saga of the great red buccaneer. His name is Kai, and he live's three houses down from me. He has hair longer than spaghetti and skin more purple than those little mushroom creatures I see when I drop acid. (This is due to poor circulation on Kai's part) Now Kai, the giant redheaded buccaneer, mopes around the schoolyard, picking on elementary school students that are so unfortunate to catch the eye of the great Norse pirate. He then loses whatever dignity he had by being reduced to tears by the school children who threaten to tell their mommies and poppies. It is saddening and quite disturbing to see a giant wail to the heavens. One day, the great Kai was on his way home from his schoolyard romping grounds, when he spotted a beaver. Now Kai is the type of purple person to be incredibly intrigued by such a river-dwelling rodent-esque creature. He picked up the beaver, and it bit bit bit his pinky finger off. Kai turned from purple to red with rage, and he pounded that beaver until it was nothing but red pulp on the street. Then Kai went home, ate an entire package of Oreos, and went to sleep. True story. The bloodstains are still in front of my driveway. Which parts of this story are fact, and which are fiction? Only I know.....muahahahahahaha!!!!
