On a rainy night, an old man came knocking at the doors of a haunted castle.
Three miles away a drop of water fell in the middle of a dry desert.
The man was a turky hobo that ate chicken poop.
The man, upon hearing the drop of water, scooped up a chunk of chicken poop off the ground and ate it as he opened the gates of the haunted castle.
The haunted castle was filled with chicken poop and dead chickens.
Dung beetles decided to pay the poop a visit and poopnapped them.
The poop hostages unanimously agreed to call up the renowned 19th century poop bandit El Mierda to rescue them from their unhappy fate.
El Mierda heard their call, but, as he swept in to rescue them from the dung beetles, he slipped in the poo and fell down to the ground, where the dung beetles captured him as well!
All of a sudden, the man realized with horror that poop was falling from the ceiling and blocking the doorways.
In a paniced state, he ran around, crushing the dung beetles into their stinky doom.
Then, the dung beetles formed a hugemongous army and used the poop as balls to throw at the old man.
The old man got scared and ran away, and all the people laughed at him because he smelled.
But the fragile old man broke his hip, therefore landing in a plie of poop.
Then the old man began to think why this he was obsessed in poop in the first place.
He thought this while eating the poop he had landed in.
Then as he ate, a worm crawled out of his mouth
He thought this gross, and never ate chicken poop again.
So, to get his mind off of the disgusting chicken poop, he went hopping off into the forest with a group of frogs to try to become one of them.
HE then saw a frog and thought of eating it.
But the mere thought of it made him sick.
So he put it in his mouth and ate it though it made him feel sick.
Then he started to ponder as to why he loves eating such disgusting things.
He gradually ate the rest of the frogs as he thought.
But the last frog looked up at him and said, "No! Please don't eat me!"
The man sighed and looked at the pleading frog, then he ate the fog with a cold heart.
Unfortunately for the man, the frog was still alive and very bitter; for revenge, it decided to destroy him from the inside out.
But unluckily for the frog, the mans stomach acids kicked in.
The man laughed an evil laugh; the frog's plans were now foiled.
But the man did not know that as he laughed the frog had already started his top secret man-killer plan to escape.
It involved a needle, a ribbon and a lot of sand.
Only one man could stop the frog.
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