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October 7, 2017

Rolling Cheese

by Criss Davis

It was Tuesday and everyone was standing along a hill and drinking and shouting.
“I’m Impossibility. The winner gets a shiny gold coin.” The strange man introduced his new game.
The players didn’t know why wanted to play this new game. Moments before it hadn’t existed and now suddenly, a wheel of cheese at the top of the hill and the overwhelming need to get to the bottom first.
Someone rolled the cheese and their bodies moved with impossible speed rolling strait down the hill!
“Good job boy.” Said a voice as it pressed a heavy gold coin into his hand.

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