A Sheep in Wolf's Holding -or- Evan Fell in Love with a Tree
Evan was a young man of 19 years and unmeaningful process. Being forever bumbled while his father had been painfully employed by the White House Chef of Staff, he was often a guest at his father's Bring Your Mentally Challenged Son to Work day. Being also his father's off-put he became vagrantly familiar with kitchens and worked around the crock eventually. Evan had no expectations on this day but this story is getting ahead of everybody.Historically, Evan had been delivered a simple baby until his mother bounced him. She was a gin saleswoman and mixed well with vermouth while her big fat ass twisted like Chubby Checker. His father was a cook's utensil and a mundane of a man with truculent biceps and firm nostrils. He then worked as a tethered cook until graduating from french fries. Therefore Evan was an inward child and tended to swell at meetings.
As Evan developed his growth he became enhanced by his belated upbringing and started to politically recline as a method to escape his bending mindset. He devoured books of Chinese Asian history which constipated his exit flow at times but kept him hungry nonetheless.
As time disbanded it was an obvious to Evan that his world was becoming a globule economy. Evan had realized this as an infant and being oblong he decided to take umbrage at the situation. He pummeled himself further with educated purpose and grew accordingly. It wasn't long before he was radiated with nuclear musings of highly somnambulated mathematics which I can't go into here.
While this was all unmolding a quiet tree grew in the forest near a sheep. Evan loved that tree when he reached the age of 19 after all that's what this story is about.
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