Literature
Bigfoot vs. Lego Trainstation
Ah, yes, morning at the trainstation. So peaceful, so quiet. This is, of course, because it is not quite seven a.m., when the bald lady begins her reign of terror on the trainstation. However, this morning the silence wasn't broken by the bald lady on her three-wheeler. Instead, it was by a man who often visited the trainstation. He came running down Main Street, screaming his head off.
"Ah, AHHHHHHH!!!!" the man yelled, tripping over a suitcase.
Almost all the people in the trainstation came running, eager to see what strange, bizarre thing was going on today. Because, you see, this was typical of what happened every day at the trainstatio