Some words are better than others…like the word conundrum. Can’t you just say it over and over and enjoy the rhythm and the percussion of the sound? I made a list of some of my favorite words and then endeavored to make them into a story. Below is the result:
Once upon a time there was an ethereal tintinnabulation going on in the bailiwick of a discombobulated dweeb. This poor dweeb, whose name was Heeb, was especially muddled because he had recently gone through an uvulopalatopharyngoplasty.
When Heeb (the dweeb) heard the ethereal tintinnabulation, he wondered what was afoot. What a conundrum! Was some rapscallion up to some sort of shenanigan? Heeb (the dweeb) was not usually a flibbertigibbet but today he wished his cousin Rhombus was around. Rhombus was always so level-headed and evenly-balanced; he’d know what to do for sure. Rhombus never used circumlocation, was never garrulous, and was always perspicacious. But Rhombus was not around so Heeb (the dweeb) had to figure things out for himself.
Heeb peered through a plethora of luscious and opulent foliage to see what he could see. He heard something rustle! His inkling was that something egregious was happening. In the mist, looking like the chiaroscuro of a painting, stood a doppleganger of Elvis Presley. Poor Heeb (the dweeb) almost swooned.
However, everything ended up being copacetic. The Elvis image amalgamated into a giant spanakopita, which wasn’t terrifying at all. Being ravenous, Heeb gobbled it up. There must have been some good wicca in Heeb’s bailiwick that day. Heeb smiled and the corners of his eyes crinkled with joy.