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Friday the Thirteenth
 
By Lemmy Koopa
 
 

Rain poured down from a moonless and starless sky in Desert Land. Near a row of seven cacti was a humongous castle. It was the Koopas' fortress in Desert Land. Inside the castle, one of the Koopa Kids lay huddled and shivering on his luxurious bed. This Koopa was Morton Koopa, Jr (Big Mouth). Morton was not shivering because he was cold, but because he was scared. He was in his castle all by himself, for the first time ever. Bowser had ordered Morton to stay in the castle by himself all night, as part of the "growing up" process. Worst of all, Morton's brother Ludwig had told him that Friday the thirteenth was the scariest day of the year. Morton was not usually afraid, but, well, Ludwig was the oldest.As Morton lay shivering on his bed, he became aware of the soft ticking of the large grandfather clock. Back and forth went the pendulum, so gracefully, so perfect. Morton began to feel better. "At this rate, I will be allowed to leave the castle in no time!" Morton smiled. "And then the day will be over and I'll be alive and I'll be happy and Bowser will be proud of me and he'll say �Morton you're the best, the most wonderful, the Kooptacular son!'"

The clock struck midnight, and Morton cheerfully counted the gongs it made. "One... two... three... four... five... six... seven... eight... nine... ten... eleven... twelve....... thirteen?! There is no such thing as thirteen o' clock and something is fishy here and how can that be �cause this is Desert Land and there are no fish and I hate fish anyway!"

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