Cutris had finally gotten the chance to rest. He had assembled and secured large pallets of WiMAX, broadband radio equipment for shipping that day and he was tired. Of course, there was work to do once he got home too—including making dinner.
Now, as he finally got the chance to sit down on the couch, he began to daydream about imaginary things. Soon he imagined that zombie chickens began to emerge from the kitchen garbage can. They must have assembled themselves from the leftover chicken bones that he should have brought out to the outside garbage, but was too tired to do.
The imaginary chicken zombies staggered forward as zombies do. They wanted to eat his brains for some reason! Why do zombies like to eat brains so much? Cutris asked himself. There was no time to imagine why. The imaginary chicken zombies had crawled out of the imaginary garbage can and Cutris was imagining them coming for him in an imaginary, and menacing way.
Just then, Cutris imagined that he had a large slingshot and then he saw some imaginary rocks on the ground. He quickly loaded the slingshot with the rocks and pelted the imaginary zombie chickens one by one. The chickens fell to their undeaths and Cutris swept them up with his imaginary broom and put them into the imaginary garbage.
Then Cutris got up off of the couch and took the trash outside to the trash can—thus saving the world.
--KJC
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