Mr. Guffger’s Tea
Mr. Guffger drank his tea. Boy, did he like tea. He drank the tea until he was out of tea. That was a sad tealess time for Mr. Guffger.
He had no choice but to join the army at that point. His drill instructor once offered him tea, and he jumped and cried because of his tea-joy. The drill instructor was only being a big meanie, though. He didn’t have any tea for Mr. Guffger at all.
That night Mr. Guffger escaped and went AWOL. He wandered through the countryside, completely lost, until one starless night he wound up at an abandoned cottage.
“Those abandoned cottages sometimes have abandoned tea inside!” he said to himself, and to anyone else nearby who might be listening.
Was there anyone else listening? Maybe. That would ruin the story if I told you, though. Wouldn’t it? I think it would.
The inside of the cottage had no tea. But it did have a bag of Mr. Guffger’s sanity.
“Hey! I’ve been looking for that!”
He took the bag of sanity and brewed himself a hot cup of sanity juice.
The end.
Oh, and no, there wasn’t anyone else listening to what he said outside the cottage. Aren’t you glad I waited until after the end to tell you that?