Somewhere along the shores of Colorado I was knee deep in snow. I was accompanied by a woodchuck who had the ability to turn into anything as long as it started with "Q". While I was perusing a nearby toy store the woodchuck decided to turn into a queer in order to interact with me. Turns out the beast wanted to go home and didn't know how to begin his journey. There were some travel agents down the road and gave directions. Later when I went to catch up with the beast, he was knocking on the doors of closed businesses in addition to the windshields of cars.

I bust into one of the cars and we head off so the woodchuck can get home. After many hours we reach California and make a turn into a cul-de-sac. The road is covered in cherries and there are red buckets making a track. Squish, squish, squish there's no traction and now the car's all over the road while the woodchuck's shouting, "DIDN'T YOU SEE THAT COP? JESUS CHRIST HE SAW YOU! WE'RE SO FUCKED NOW!"

Surprisingly the cop only wanted to see my license and tell me to drive a bit slower next time but followed me the rest of the way. Our next destination was Jaybird's place. He had a vast mansion on a cliff overlooking the ocean. He welcomed me in and I saw that he was covered in scars like Frankenstein asking if the woodchuck was my protoge.

After the preliminaries, Jaybird showed me through the house until I spotted raddidge in another room. Jaybird explained he was glad the woodchuck wasn't my protoge since raddidge was my protoge. raddidge and I got up, jumped in the car and drove away into the night.