Wal, there's a little "just be a chicken" in all of us.

I walk down the street, and there's this huge hole, and I am an ardent Anti Hole Activist. I start to give it a wide berth, knowing how bad them holes are. It starts drawing me in, so I push harder to move further away.

Somehow, the harder I push away, the stronger the damn hole gets and it pulls me in toward it. I struggle and lash about, because I know how awful holes are, and have dedicated my whole life to vanquishing them.

Somehow, the hole's power grows stronger the more I struggle and eventually I am sucked in to the damn awful hole.

I scream going down, but after I hit bottom, I collect myself, and realize that it isn't the end of the world.

I get used to it, look around and begin to notice that this hole, far from being the worst thing in the universe, is actually rich with positive traits and features. It's out of the wind, stable, constant, and safe in its own funny way. I decide to relax and dig the experience, man.

And at that very instant I am walking down the street, and there is no hole there to fall into. A miracle!!

So I head for K-Mart to get my wallet back.

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