Too Close for Comfort

And so Trach Cee-Chewgum was going about its usual business of hiding when it was startled by a blinding flash of light. Utterly terrified at being noticed, it scuttled into its little corner and promptly suffered from a serious bout of intense seizures.

To the average human being, fame and popularity are the rights to unabashed bigotry. But to this very odd creature, they are the very plagues of destruction.

Whimpering like a wounded puppy, 'the Great Unknown' made its way towards a towering stack of cardboard boxes. Alas, an alcove; away from the filthy land of gargantuan, foul-mouthed trolls. Still trembling tremendously, it crawled warily into its cosy home; eyes wide open (and nearly bulging out of their sockets) to serve the purpose of spotting the casual unwelcome visitor, and stun gun ready in hand to disable and depot the unfortunate guest to an unknown country in exile.

Finally convinced that it was now all alone, it curled up on its fluffy, feathery bed, and settled to rest. Here, there was security. 'The Great Unknown' would never have to fear becoming 'The Great Known'. Or so it thought.