Let me tell you a story.

Once upon a time there was a tiny mouse. His name was Whiskers. He had always dreamed to be able to fly. One day he was eating his own foot when suddenly an idea came to him: "I should fly!" He put on his hat and walked past the "Objects That Could be Used to Build a Flying Machine" store to the "Random Things That Should Not be Used to Build a Flying Machine" store. He purchased 3 heaps of junk (only $19.95 at your local [see above] store!) and assembled a pair of wings. Whiskers put them on and climbed to the top of Mt. Really High and Dangerous to Jump Off Even if you Have a Lame Flying Contraption. He tightened the straps on his flying thingamabob and leaped off the cliff. He was never seen nor heard from again. His flying thing apparently came off his back and was found 2,459 miles away, where it had landed in the middle of a village of starving Uncs (strange lizard-like creatures) and supplied them enough food to live until the rescue helicopters arrived. They then went on to destroy the entire world (except the upper-right portion of Canada) because Whiskers' flying machine contained a certain metal that caused Uncs to mutate and grow to gigantic sizes. The upper-right portion of Canada, however, had conveniently had rocket thrusters built onto it several minutes before it would have been destroyed, as their prophets had predicted that this entire thing would happen. Unfortunately they all were eaten by the ravenous Sloth-Slugs of Mangarion 9.

The moral? If you're a small mouse named Whiskers, don't build a flying machine out of 3 piles of junk bought from the "Random Things That Should Not be Used to Build a Flying Machine" and jump off a large cliff without properly attaching your flying machine. Oh, and prophet is a cool word. You could argue that there was no point to this blog entry, but you'd be terribly, terribly, WRONG.