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The Adventures Of Professor Lemur Part 1


One fine Sunday evening, Jean was traipsing along the ridge of this rugged hill(which was just near by his home). Alone he traipsed, as he had no friends, no one to traipse along with. He often wondered why company was hard to come by. He wasn't a mean or vile creature that scoffed at anyone who was friendly(in fact he scoffed at no one). All of a sudden, he caught the glint of light from the almost blindingly white and black striped tail of a lemur. It waltzes into view with a family of lemurs. A cohort of fellow furry creatures that tail it's leader with majestic agility that would put a word class ballerina to shame.

"Who goes there friend?" Jean called out, not knowing exactly why he tried hailing a group of lemurs, as if he was expecting an answer. The family of lemurs halted their vivacious dance and stared at him. Out of this group, a boisterous little one popped out from the group in what seemed like an attempt at communicating with Jean. Instead, the cheeky little fellow let out shrieking little laugh, “Hehehehehe”. “What's so funny?” asked Jean again befuddled that he is even considering conversing with this odd little lemur.

“I'm sorry, but it is just my nature to laugh,” said the lemur. The boy, taken aback by the response is silent. “Well, go on then, you seemed to have something to say when you stopped us,” the lemur behooved the kid to continue on whatever he wanted to say. “Say, are you a talking lemur?” Jean inquired, asking the obvious. “Well....” the lemur hesitate, and continued “I'd rather be referred to as the laughing lemur, you're quite right though, I like a good conversation”.

Jean not knowing exactly how to respond to this rather stupefying revelation inquired as to the destination of the lemur. “We're heading out to the beach. It's a rather fine and sunny day. A perfect day to be out on the beach for some fun.” said the lemur. “Would you like to join us?” asked the lemur. Jean thought for a minute... “is this real? Am I imagining this odd lemur talking to me? What trouble will I get myself into if I give in to this delusion?”. Going against reason and logic, Jean replied “yes, I would love to come along. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to?” asked Jean.

The lemur gave Jean a hint of a smile and answered “I am Professor Lemur, the laughing lemur... most just call me Professor, hehehehehehe!”. “ Okay then. I'm Jean. Are these your friends?” Jean asked pointing out the accompanying lemurs. Professor Lemur affirmed that the group of lemurs are friends. They've been a clique for nearly 3 years since the professor was a wee... lemur. “Well then, what are we waiting for? Lets not waste anymore time shall we. Onwards... to the beach” Professor Lemur signaled the rest of the gang. They all rolled out like Optimus Prime and his Autobot gang... to the beach.





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