This is my story on Sinbad the Terror, who is not that terrifying. I got the idea for it when I saw my giant Winnie the pooh and caterpillar and then I needed a third animal so I used tiny bird wings. And then I got the idea for a story about this monster and wrote it all down and here it is.
Joel
Sinbad
Loses Besarionis Dze Jugashvili, also known as Joseph Stalin, was sitting in his office on August 1st, 1939 and thought, “I need a signature flag”.
He was up all night brainstorming about what it should be but then he thought, “I’ll mix animals and make a monstrosity! I’ll call it Sinbad,”.
So he drafted up plans for a monster that crossed a bird, a bear, and a centipede. He decided to get a birds wing’s, a bear’s head, and a centipede’s body. It could have the maneuverability of a centipede, the senses of a bear, and the flight of a bird. Also, the way it would hunt by flying the head up and catching animals to eat. Then he could make a slogan, “Russia, more sensible, faster, and maneuverable then the rest,” that would be the platform for his new country, those traits, that slogan would be useful in the impending war.
So he found a bear and caught it, then he found a bird and caught it, then he caught a centipede and brought it back to his lab. First he cloned all of the beings so there was multiple, then he changed the ratios in the clones so they would fit together. Then he grafted the DNA together, and voilà, he had his monstrosity. He was about to flatten it and glue it to his flag when it used its great speed and maneuverability and ran out of the lab.
It found its way to the Arctic Circle by staying underground for heat and only eating when it needs to like a bear in hibernation. Then one day a man named Vladimir found Sinbad and brought him inside. Vladimir fed Sinbad all kinds of nutritious foods and got him back to health.
But unfortunately, Vladimir made the mistake of calling Sinbad a pet. Sinbad thought, I am no pet! So, in the night sinbad stacked all the canned food from Vladimir’s house and ran to the London harbour. It took him across the Atlantic and landed in Newfoundland in Canada.
When he got there he ran (and sometimes swam) all the way across the country to Deep Cove, North Vancouver. There was a lot of wildlife in the air and trees so it was easy for the monstrosity to feed. Eating mostly birds and tree bugs it made it to Jug Island on the eve of 1940, and on January 1st 1940, he swam to Raccoon Island, where he lives to this day.
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