MY LOVE STORY

Dedication: You probably think this story is going to be gory. I mean, the name "That great terrific author for televison" has become a synonym for blood. Actually, I find this distressing. My talents as an author span beyond that of Slosh, of Gomlik, yes, even beyond Cheriderf. Therefore, to those who Qe~$1ira gorelessness:

The flowers were blooming along the prairie as a bee flew by. Samantha sighed sweetly as she sat down beneath an oak tree.

Suddenly a rain cloud came by and a huge bolt of lightning struck her chest and it split. . . oops! Please ignore this paragraph.

She lay beneath the tree and soon fell asleep. She woke

with a jolt as she felt a tap on her left shoulder. It was ~Paul Adams, the young boy that lived down the street. Suddenly he attacked her~ I mean, no he didn't--he said--.uh--"Hello, it sure is pretty out, isn't it?" Samantha Gwarzhishkil--I mean, uh, Samantha Grant was a very beautiful girl, 5'6", blue eyes, blonde hair, and a figure that would make Susan Smith look sick.

They immediately fell in love, were married two days later, had six children in the next four years, and lived happily ever

after. How's that for a love story???