by Lisa Pike It was a lovely day in the Alps. Not far away, a small herd, only 88 some students, was weakly scrambling up a hill to retrieve their luggage. Unfortunately, it was a steep, steep his, and poor little Susie had already tumbled to her doom in the vineyards below. Sheesh, did this mountain never end? "Neigh" said the ibex on Josh's right. "Huh?" he said. Josh was taken aback. It's not often the ibexes neigh at Americans. "Neigh" said the ibex. "He's an ibex." said the little green man. "Who are you?" asked Josh, momentarily forgetting the ibex, who was preparing to but his butt. "I'm the Little Green Man." said the little green man. "I see." said Josh. "Neigh." said the ibex. "Why do you keep neighing?" "Because I have your luggage. Neigh in ibex means 'Hey, you stupid American, I have your luggage!'" "Oh, I see. Give me my luggage, please." "Not until you pay the fine." "What fine?" "37,427 lire." "Ahh! cried Josh. He proceeded to throw the ibex over the cliff. "You dunce!" cried the little green man. "37,427 lire is only $23.13!" "Ahh!" cried Josh. "The magic word! The magic word!" Suddenly, thirteen little green men and their sidekicks jumped out of the trees. "What's going on!" said Josh. "You are now our King!" said one little green man. "King of the little green men!" said his sidekick. "Why do you have sidekicks? Hey, ow!" "To kick you in the side, you stupid American!" "I'll give you lire! Ahh!" Josh proceeds to fall of the cliff. "Ahh!" cried the little green men. Little green men proceed to fall off the cliff. "Ahh!" cried the sidekicks. Sidekicks proceed to kick themselves in the sides. "Ahh!" cried the skeleton in the closet. |