Eli Henderson
Owner of the Emerald Wood Axe
The streets- Stilwater, MI
Dec 22st, 2012. 12:00 AM
Eli's beat up truck raced down the streets, waving from side to side every now and then due to its driver's metal state. "Oh wait until those wee fanglers get a taste of ME, Rupert," Eli said to his stuffed parrot. "When my boot goes up there- SWEET JEEBUS WHAT!" Eli saw it, the cracks in the sky. Green cracks in the sky. "Dang ol' flag it did Billy Jim lace my Jane again?" Eli thought, "Bah I'll thank him late- OH FERG A TREE!"
Eli slammed on the breaks. A tree blocked the street. Leaving his truck, Eli went to go investigate. "Well, how will I deal with thi- WHOA!" Beneath his feet the earth started to shake. "An earthquake in Michigan, whatter the odds!" It started to calm down, and Eli tapped his foot to the earth's rhythm. "Ye, dats my jam, now this tree." Eli approached the tree, and as he did so the edges of his vision started to glow green. "Wait, an axe? All the way over th-"
Eli fell flat onto the ground.



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