This was a test post I wrote while building this blog project. It's a product of my twisted mind at a point where it was bored of the usual Lorem Ipsum and needed a break from coding. Now that the Blog is up and running and I have no remaining need for this king-of-all-craps test post, I can't bring myself to delete it. You see, it's my baby, and well, what can I say, I'm a loving mama.
Once I was mowing my favourite lawn, and lo and behold, I saw a giraffe shamelessly helping itself to a second helping of my grass. I shouted "Hey you!". But the giraffe paid no heed and went ahead to a third mouthful. I threw my people eating fork at him and it found its mark somewhere around the bottom half of its neck. I skinned it and boiled it and fed it to my family. The meat was juicy but soon everyone in my family grew long necks and tiny tails. We were proud of our curly tails but the necks, oh the necks! The necks grew and grew and grew so much that soon, we needed to coil our necks to avoid getting them entangled like earphone cords. Food too took a much longer time to go in, and that made me sad. Finally I concluded that eating a giraffe wasn't the brightest of all ideas, and ever since I've stuck to eating short necked hens.
