Write one sentence to continue the story. Whatever comes into your mind. I'll start with my usual beginning to such threads: There was once a hedgehog named Mr. Jones who wore a top hat and a monocle.
He wanted nothing more than to quadruple the number of iron nuggets he'd hidden in his robotic eggshell.
So he bought three times as many as he had planned, hoping the nugget mogul would accept them as payment instead of carrots, which were twice as expensive as usual due to the shortage.
Happily, he did on the understanding that the following message be taken back and heralded throughout the village:
That whole mogul mole mining company rap with their huge digging claws devastating the woods and hills around his home, less and less places for hedgehogs to roll together, spikes entwined within spikes, hog within hog.
“I say,” said Mr. Jones, “such a right smattered troublesome twaddle for such a paltry sum total,” as he polished his monocle against his sleeve.
Unbeknown to the bickering animals, the first tendrils of a terrible, unnatural mist crept across the weatherbeaten hillside; a dark tide was rising.
It laughed at the poor cat doctor as he cowled in his litter box as his absurd prophecy came true; it washed over the city, causing a building to go kaboom.
In the aftermath of the explosion, Dr. Cat insisted that Dr. Jones agree to the removal of his turnip damaged tonsils--the hedgehog hoped in vain that the cat would except a payment of 2000 iron nuggets.
After a grueling few days at the hospital, Mr. Jones entered his apartment to find a rather voluptuous red fox sitting in his leather armchair, his robotic egg snug in her lap.
Mr. Jones was not content with this arrangement and proceeded to abandon the area and play a good round of miniature golf by himself while pondering about his recent purchase of fox skin stock market shares.
