an old story from the boy who's coming home and me

Andrew's writing is blue. Mine is green. We wrote this during church, if I recall correctly, sometime in 2007. We could only see the third line of what the other had written and would then add on our own three lines.

Saving Leeches
His helmet shone brightly through the
night sky. It was a beacon of hope
to all who saw it. It created a feeling of
euphoria and everyone was seized with a desire
to strip off their socks and raise them
like flags to the sun. They took off their socks
and wiggled their toes in the sand
and then they lifted them above
their heads swinging them in a
fit of frenzy. Then they began to
run around in circles proclaiming their
intense hatred of the VP. They chanted
spells and brewed potions. Their
schooling at Hogwarts had definitely
paid off. They knew that
nothing could ever be the same. They
proceeded to sit down indian-style
(how racist is that?) on the grass to
the yellow brick road. They
called it that because it led to
China. (How racist is that?) It led them
to the great wall where they marched
for miles until their feet bled. They
mourned for their socks and wiped the blood
from the rocks. Their goal was
to collect enough blood to help save
the most endangered species of leeches.
They gathered the blood and performed the
necessary transfusions. The leeches smiled with life.