Final Installment! :| (oh, the exitement)
As he traveled, he noticed that the ground was rising, and finally (as he was a trifle slow-witted), he realized that he was on a mountain, and a very large one at that. He was quite tired after ascending the mountain, so he sat down on a small plateau to rest. When a few hours had elapsed, he started to hear faint rumblings coming from a large cave on the east face of the mountain. The rumblings gradually increased in volume until he could hear that they were piteous wails of lamentation. He then decided to see if he could at all communicate with the sad mountain, and into a small hole that was situated near him, he shouted: “Why do you weep so, mountain?”
There was a pause, and the mountain answered: “I am very distressed, as the sun is about to pass over me, and it will surely be punctured by my sharp peak, and then there will be no more light!”
Michael could not understand this and yelled back: “How is this possible?”
At this the mountain appeared to grow very angry. Smoke fumed from his upper crevices and he bellowed: “Do you think that nothing can transpire without being comprehended by your slow mind? You are a fool!”
But the sun had been steadily approaching the mountain during his discourse with Michael and, as it passed over the mountain’s jagged tip, there was a tremendous explosion and Michael could see no more.
Not knowing what else to do, Michael walked (or rather fell) off the mountain and started to grope his way across the dark landscape. After many hours of stumbling, tripping, and falling, Michael felt a large, wet substance drop on top of his head. He quickly felt it and discovered it was a piece of melting snow. He walked on, and as he felt his way, he noticed that he could feel the trunks of palm trees. Suddenly, he heard the voice of his uncle, Torisutoramu.
“Michael!” he said. “Where have you been all this time, and why are your eyes closed?”At once, Michael opened his eyes; amazed that he had not known they were merely closed, and ran up to his room. Immediately he looked under his bed, and saw that his alarm clock had been there the entire time.
There was a pause, and the mountain answered: “I am very distressed, as the sun is about to pass over me, and it will surely be punctured by my sharp peak, and then there will be no more light!”
Michael could not understand this and yelled back: “How is this possible?”
At this the mountain appeared to grow very angry. Smoke fumed from his upper crevices and he bellowed: “Do you think that nothing can transpire without being comprehended by your slow mind? You are a fool!”
But the sun had been steadily approaching the mountain during his discourse with Michael and, as it passed over the mountain’s jagged tip, there was a tremendous explosion and Michael could see no more.
Not knowing what else to do, Michael walked (or rather fell) off the mountain and started to grope his way across the dark landscape. After many hours of stumbling, tripping, and falling, Michael felt a large, wet substance drop on top of his head. He quickly felt it and discovered it was a piece of melting snow. He walked on, and as he felt his way, he noticed that he could feel the trunks of palm trees. Suddenly, he heard the voice of his uncle, Torisutoramu.
“Michael!” he said. “Where have you been all this time, and why are your eyes closed?”At once, Michael opened his eyes; amazed that he had not known they were merely closed, and ran up to his room. Immediately he looked under his bed, and saw that his alarm clock had been there the entire time.
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