post 275. morning writing.

ten minutes of non-stop typing:

out in the forest there was ahouse that had a for rennet sign on it, but no one was vcoming to look at it. The realtor had to figure out a way to get someone moved into the plpace. It was a beautiful plpace on the lake, and had a nice view. The only problem was its vicinity to a group pof very unfriendly bears. Whenever he would approach the beara, they would always curse at ghi and throw empty beer cans. They all had these minis cooters, tricked out mini scooters, and at times they would just circle him and call him names. He stewed in his office one day, after removing the banana peels from his suit that they had thrown at him, and wondered how he would be able to get rid of them. Sure, it’s their woods, their turf, he thought, but I have to sell that home or I get canned. My numbers for that area aer abysmal. And he was right: he hadn’t been ab;le to sell an old, mystical wicheds former haunt down in the bottom of the aforementioned pond, and a few caves that were resting at the base of mount minissippi weren’t getting much attention, either. So he sat all day staring out the window until, finally, it hit him> if he’s going to get rod of the bears, he should try calling the bears most hated enemy: the ducks. The ducks and bears had a rivalry that lasted for … he couldn’t even remember how long. He went out into the adjoingin woods to seek out the ducks. He knew it wouldn’;t be easy, for the ducks were an elusive bynch, and it wasn’t even spring yet…would they have returned from their trip south? He went into the woods and looked. Days passed and noi sign of them. Deepeer and deeper into the woods he went, until suddeny, one day, while easting some crackers and peanut butter that he had brought along with him, he felt the eerie sensation of being watched. Hello, is anyone there, he called out and sudden;y, he was surrounded by the ducks. They came as if from no where. Hello, my name is randy veljohnson, and I’m a relator…wew know who you are, one of them said, and he stepped forward. You’re that realtor from the next woods over. Hear you having some troublel with the bears. Yes, they’re ruingin it for me. They’ve got their scooters and their beer…we know what they have, the duck said. And I suoppose you want us to get rid of you little bear problem. That would be great. So the ducks told the realtor to go back to his home and that in five days time they would have the problem taken care of. Randy went back to his apartment and sat for two days (remember, it took him three days to get to that place in the woods, so it took him three days to get out) and then went to check on the property. Whe n he arrived at the little cabin on the lake, there was a couple looking at it. A smart-looking couple, and they were carrying a little child. Hello, randy said, a little nervously, since he was scoping the area for the bears, smelling for scooter oil. Hello, they said. This is a lovely place. Can we look inside? They went inside and soon realized all the beears were in the house. Hey! Randy yelled. We were hdigin from the ducks, the bears said, and one of them half-stood. We hear you hired ducs to chase us ouot of here. Well, yes, randy said as he tried to calm the couple. I can’t sell this cabin! Well, we’ve been here forever, the bears said, and we’re not going anywhere. This is highy irregular, the man said, and he and his wife started out. No, no, please, this cabin is ust what you need…see the view? Ghe bears began to mumble. You bears get out of here before I get the ducks to finish the job! And with that the bears grew restless and looked at each other. All right, all right, the bears said, can’t we just work something out? Randy had an idea. Certainly. I have a fabulous property at the bottom of the lake…