And so the adventure continues.....

 

Shortly after Fran left Birthday Land, Albi the dragon became very lonely and lost his way. Fran had brought

happiness to him, but the dragon soon forgot and reverted to his bitter and twisted ways. I blame the heroine.

And years of being molested as a baby dragon.

 

Albi vented his frustrations by bellowing racist remarks at innocent by passers from his cottage cheese cottage.

But the villagers soon grew tired of his racist bullying and chased poor Albi in to a cold, secluded cave.

 

Albi was so sad he cried and cried and magic jelly bean tears streamed down his face. But then, Albi heard some

rustling and a soft voice from behind him. It was a small albino boy that he had burnt a few days ago. Albi saw

how horribly disfigured he was and felt just awful about what he'd done.

 

"You must hate me for what I've done to you" exclaimed Albi.

 

But the little Albino replied:

 

 "I don't hate you Albi. We have more in common than you might think. You see Albi, you weren't chased here

in to the cave because of your racist ways, but because - like me - you are different".

 

Albi was shocked that the little boy had forgiven him, despite how he had hurt him. Just at that moment, a

multi-coloured, magic rainbow, jelly bean tear rolled down Albi's face; suddenly Albi wasn't racist anymore.

 

Then they went back in to the village and Albi burnt all the nasty folk whom had chased him away, and the

 little Albanian boy threw his smelly socks at them and they were like "ewwww....that's gross you've had your

 mingin' white feet in em and now i've probably got aids....

AAAAAHHH it burns!!!"

 

Then once all the people had left, Albi and the Albanian boy played swing ball. And then they fell out and Albi

tried to burn him but the little boy hopped off to space (via a pogo stick on top of a trampoline) and bought a

 laser gun to kill Albi. But when he came back Albi was gone.

 

But then he ran out of the trees and went "ROOOAAAARRR!!! I haven't really gone I was just hiding!" and

breathed fire on the boy who shrieked in pain as his eyes disintegrated and his face melted.

 

THE END

 

The morale of the story is brush your teeth twice a day or I'll rape you whilst you sleep.