After visiting one of the many neighborhood garage sales in downtown Baghdad, Ramon pushed aside the yearning for an AK-47 (all his friends had one!) and purchased a so-called magic carpet. Sure enough, within a matter of minutes our little friend was higher than Kurt Cobain.
US troops spotted the strange phenomenon and directly telephoned the Oval Office for orders, but after seventeen and a half tries, they were not able to get a decisive answer. Eventually they came to the conclusion that it was their decision to make. After all, the President has more important things to worry about. Like convincing people that going into debt is a good thing.
After contemplating the situation, the soldiers decided that a kid on a rug wasn't a big threat. And so young Ramon was free to sail around on his magic carpet screaming his two favorite words: "Shannon Rocks!"
And you're gonna have to come up with the rest of the story yourself 'cuz I'm tired of typing. Besides, our honorable judge is (or should be) judging on the build, not the commentary. If that were not the case I would've entered this.
But indeed it was not so. I crawled out onto the limb of extreme originality and am entering this here vignette. (And by extreme originality I mean "a concept that nobody else used".) Who knows, maybe my bet will pay off.
Merry Christmas. I think that mister Young is going to have a bais toward this because he too rides one of these flying things. Although his is made of belly-button lint and spit. "Curse all you city folk and yo' flyin' machines."