Grathengoken
Its a really dumb story about potatoes. I had to do one for a writing class, and so this is it.
There once was a potato named Matthew. This potato lived an ordinary life with an ordinary wife named Molly, his two ordinary kids named Matthias and Mary, worked an ordinary office job working for an auto insurance company. One day, I think it was May, something extraordinary happened.
Matthew was delivering a report for his boss, Mr. Potata head. There were four floors in the office, the fourth floor being on top. Matthew was climbing the stairs right over the third floor, when the roof and fourth floor was ripped off right above his head.
Matthew screamed, ducked and glanced wildly around for the source of this strange phenomenon. He was almost ready to panic, when something inside him snapped. He collapsed on the floor writhing and screaming, clawing at his arms and legs. For some reason unbeknownst to him his body was changing. His already misshapen, fuzzy head grew larger, his spindly arms and legs became absurdly muscled for a potato, and he turned a deep shade of blue.
As soon as this transformation ceased, a new mind had taken over and roared a challenge to the attacking force. The roof now gone, Matthew had an excellent view of his foe.
Dripping fangs, huge, blood-red eyes, snow-white fur and two gigantic ears was all Matthew could see as the creature reeled back in surprise and disappeared. A little bewildered, Matthew stared blankly at the spot his foe was moments before, then shrugged and climbed over the tops of the broken and buckled walls to help with cleanup in the city below.
Many inhabitants saw how helpful this unrecognizable blue creature was, and after the rubble was cleared, the new mayor of Rootsville honored this new, unexpected citizen with a medal and the title of highest honor, Grathengoken.
Now, whenever Rootsville is in danger, Matthew becomes Grathengoken, and always saves the day.
Uh, Yea.
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