Distinguished by his burly figure and lengthy beard, the fattest man ever began his descent down the longest staircase in the world in an attempt to shatter the longest held world record of all time. Determination littered his face like glittery diamonds forever sparkling as if held in a timeless state. Sweat beaded and rolled down his face. Thinking thoughts of thankfulness for his own hydration, the fat man stepped on.
Princesses, Princes, Queens, Kings, and every other person of importance from all ends of the Earth had gathered and were now awestruck and enthused as they watched in anxious curiosity the fat man and his great courage. One wrong misstep was all it would take, and the fat man would be off and rolling as if he were the sweat and the stairs were his face.
Some say it were angels that were with him that day, but I say it was God himself. The day the fat man conquered the staircase and put hope back into the hearts of all human beings, was the true beginning of everything good.
1 comment:
...but will he make it up again?
The second paragraph and first sentence of the third really make me grin. We don't see a lot of fat heroes these days, do we?
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