The Time Has Come For Yet Another.....CHASE'S CORNER

And here he is..................

CHASE!

Another sement of-----Chase's Corner!

Starting off I would like to announce that I am still the most posted guest host (Sorry Josh, Maybe next time) .
Tonight at the Yabo household, we had a game a Texas Hold'em, it was intense. The main point I would like to bring from that is that Mr. Yabo is quite the cheater!
As my first order or business, if you haven't noticed, I have decided to institute some color. Although the colors are just types of green, I feel that it changes everything.
Okay, time for my story from my soon to be published book, the font color will be returning to its original dull black color...
It was about 7 and a half months ago, while I was on a trek through the Sahara desert, there was a terrible sandstorm! I jumped on my camel's back and we trudged on. The night was coming so I had to find shelter. I turned the corner around the sand dunes and luckily saw some Eskimos (On vacation from Alaska or wherever) and they luckily had their igloo. I rested the night in their igloo, then when the sun rose and the sand storm had subsided, I set off. The Eskimos lent me a team of their fastest sled dogs. The dogs and I had been sledding through the sand for what seemed like days, when I finally saw it, the reason i had come this far, the killer, spotted, and 24 foot platypus. We had a glaring look towards each other for 12 and 1/3 minutes. Then i made my move. I lunged for my harpoon gun, but it was too fast. It shot its rocket propelled grenades at me. I was able to dive out of the way, but causing my harpoon to miss. That is it, i had no choice but to resort to my last weapon in my arsenal, my net gun. I only had three shots left so I had to make them count. The first shot he deflected it off his bill. I shot the second one, but it turns out that I loaded the net wrong and it back fired and caught one of the dogs. It was all down to this last shot, I shot, the wind was on my side. The platypus wasn't expecting a third shot! I had gotten him! I untied my dog that had been mistakenly caught, then tied to platypus to my sled and dragged it back to the nearest village. It turns out that the platypus had destroyed the village the week before, so when they saw it captured, the rejoiced. They decided to make every March 9th , national Chase day! We all celebrated. I took my newly captured platypus home and trained him to be my pet. We all lived totally regular lives after that, except for the fact that I now have a 24 foot platypus as a pet.


And this concludes the excerpt from my book The Adventures of Chase, a Memoir.
Thanks for reading, if you even made it this far.