#pokys

I was hiking on a mountain track that led to a hole in the ground at an open field where Obama was keeping all the best flavored Pokys and I was trying to get in there and steal them. Then a giant spider, that served as a guardian animal, came out of the hole and chased me down. I tripped and fell of a cliff, then I landed perfectly on the front door of 221B Baker Street from the tv show Sherlock. The giant spider became a badly drawn Mycroft who screamed to me something I couldn’t hear properly, and I started to panic because he was saying something really important and I couldn’t understand. The door then opened and I was in my room. But everything felt strange. I woke up feeling like I lost something truly important.