13/MAY/2010
Two pelicans, were hanging around in the wetlands, not doing a lot, just chilling out watching sport on TV psychoanalysing the players.
Ebton and Sepbok were in a mood.
Not with each other, but the mood to... Travel!
So they went. They didn't pack anything... Other than a bag of bowling skittles, a thermometer and a VHS copy of Look Who's Talking Too.
Off they went in their car, a 1984 Ford Fiesta.
They drove...
Until!
They Drove some more
And then!
The road carried on.
The car's tires became bored and decided there and then to burst into a thousand tiny heated rubber fragments, releasing the stale fish smelling compressed air causing a rippling of the fabric laden atoms around it and ripping them apart, the energy from these fragments penetrating through this new wave of distortion was enough to create a noise of a boom so large it could be heard from a distance twice that of 500 cats eyes.
The rim of the wheel cut through the road with the downwards force of gravity plus the weight of the car. The empty space now required for the car to remain in it's status quo was ruined and completely off kilter, the metal spindle where the tire once wrapped itself around was the heading for a direct hit into the soft summer heated road below and like butter the road collapse under the intense pressure from this circular blade.
The heat generated from this conflict between the metal and the road was forcing tiny shards of metallic strips to pop off through the very existence of time, or so it seemed. These super hot metallic strips flew off in complete chaos scoring the underbelly of the car and creating miniature tiny-time-fractioned nuclear explosions on everything it touched.
Large Spark climbed up the wave of air atoms to reach unprecedented heights of the other metallic strips, to land in a dark and strange word on it own. Finding the safety on this soft bouncy surface, which Large Spark got on really well with like two old friends and got on like a house on fire.
Meanwhile, as this friendship was heating up, the passage that had been pierced in the road by the tier's rod was about to reach a dead end, as the metal rim was about to find the constant strain on it's relationship with the road could only last so long, before it was simply going to stop.
The rim stopped playing ball, there and then, and stopped. The momentum behind the vehicle pushed all it's weight and then so, into the dead end, pushing the rear of the vehicle up in the air. The car, drifted within it's own world of physical confusion, over itself, back to normal, over itself...
The exhaust was travelling so fast through the air, it was making a low whistling noise.
The acquaintanceship between Large Spark and it's pal had progressed rapidly the his new friend was crying with joy, Large Spark dried away those tears and make the funniest joke his new friend has ever heard, causing the tears to ignite. These new flames were evil and rushed within Large Spark's new friend until they reached Large Spark's new friend's Lacrimal Gland.
The car lit up to biblical proportions, the atomic wave of air surrounding the car, heated up and warmth was instantly felt with it's neighbouring more relaxed atomic wave just passing by. The flame licked the paint of the car causing the colourful shell of the car to expand away from it's middle and burst. The yellow heat honey syruped upwards past the windows like the water running through a stream for the first time.
The car's flight was coming to an end, the front of the car folding inwards like a paper aeroplane aimed at a rapidly approaching tennis ball, simply put crushed, the rest of the car followed suit, until all that was left was a metal disc covered in honey flames.
A giant hand came from the sky, clasping a fork and headed straight for the honey disc. The fork bayoneted the honey disc and raised it to the sky. A few moments after the honey disc disappeared into the clouds, the faint sound of munching and a swallowing noise could be heard.
...Ebton and Sepbok perished in the crash