Hello. I am going to tell you a story. A couple years ago I went on an adventure. It went like this.  Over the hills and through the woods to the Mexican place we go. Just kidding. A while back my brother got very sick so we took him to a hospital. Unfortunately the people there weren’t qualified and messed him up more. Then they flew him to the wrong place. The flight didn’t even make it to the destination.

After the flight crashed the people in “the tower” immediately told us of the crash. Even though my parents told me not to I went to rescue my brother from the Great Plains. On the way the trip was like a mini odyssey.

When I finally got to my brother he was in critical condition and the pilots and nurse where dead from the point of impact. If I didn’t get him to a hospital quickly than he would die. Out of the middle of nowhere a “magical talking/enchanted horse that looked suspiciously like Pegasus was “born” out of the ground. The magic horse carried my brother and I to the closest hospital, puked up enough gold to pay the hospital bill, and then carried me home where it then explained to my parents where I had been. In the end my bother got well and we all lived happily ever after. Or did we?