Fred's Adventure Journal
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 22539
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Whenever Fred found himself in a situation which appeared utterly
hopeless, his adventuring instincts soon gave way to the melancholic
persona of a man of letters. Within a few minutes thoughts of swordfights
and rescuing maidens would be replaced by reflections on the brevity of
life and the unfairness of the hand which humankind had been dealt by
Fate, and the ill-judged aspiration to leave something behind in writing
for posterity. Ill-judged, because Fred was just about the worst writer who had ever lived. Not only was he utterly bereft of the tragic soul and philosophic disposition of the poet, the urgency and the eye for detail of the novelist, or the ability to hold a mirror to nature so necessary for the playwright, he was barely literate and suffered from an extremely bad case of dyslexia. It was therefore a far from auspicous moment when, his quill and ink having been promptly unpackaged and his parchment lain on the impromptu desk of his backpack, Fred began to write: I WUS SENT HEER BY THE KING AND I AM THE BEST FITER IN THE KING-DUM AND HE SENT ME HEER TO FITE THE FEERCE DRAGON BUT WEHN I GOT TO THE CAVES I WENT RITE INSTED OV LEFT AND THEN FOWND SUM CHESTES WICH I HOPD HAD TRESHIR BUT INSTED THE 1 I OPEND WICH WOS BLU JUST HAD A POSHUN IN IT BUT WHEN I LIFTID THE POSHUN THE CHESTES DIS A PEERD AND THE ROOM CHANJID AND TRAPPED ME HERE AND I CANT GET OUT!!! HELP LUV FRED Fred put down the pen and wiped his brow. Truly, upon this parchment he had laid bare his very soul for all to see!
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Eric Kantona
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