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(or Frok Too Much)
There he laid, on the dark, deserted, muddy, road. Frank Frok did not know it at the time, but he this story's main character. Say hello to Frank Frok. By the time this tale is told we shall all have a better understanding of Mister Frok.
Mister Frok had been deposited by unknown forces on a deserted road sometime at night. Mr. Frok awoke with a mind less dazed than one might expect. Frank got up, finding himself rather dirty. He came to the conclusion that while laying on dirt roads, one has a definite possibility of acquiring dirt on himself. He remembered his last thought to be one of a drunken man. That, he thought, could explain his precarious location and his raging headache. He decided not to ponder to long about reasons for his being, for that always gave him a headache. So he started walking.
He had walked quite far when he realized he was again on the ground, this time face first. The thought unfolded in his mind that he had tripped. He wondered why, and at his feet he found something that resembled a rock. He settled that it was indeed a rock. Anyway, he got up again. The fall made his mind think about many things. One of these was his friend, and that his friend had an upcoming birthday. The friend, whom he affectionately called, "Bean" would be twenty two years old. His friend's birthday was coming up soon, so Frank made the sensible decision to give Bean twenty three rubber chickens for the occasion. He would give him one more than his age for good luck. Frank Frok then proceeded to a telephone booth to call about rubber chickens. He called the company that would deliver these items to his door. He placed his order. A sudden sense of joy came over him after placing this call. Frank realized that the rubber chicken company would be delivering these chickens to his house. He remembered where his house was and ran there as fast as he could.
He reached his house only to recall that he had sold his house key to a birch tree for three leaves. Then he remembered that he never locked the door. As he stepped into the doorway he heard the delivery truck pull into his driveway. He pondered what a delivery truck would be doing in his driveway. The driver stepped out and asked, "Are you Frank Frok? I have a delivery here for twenty three rubber chickens." Frank nodded yes while handing the man a soup spoon. The delivery man said, "Alright," and left with a pensive look on his face. Frank took the chickens into his house.
Frank had a sudden urge to play with the rubber chickens. For he did not know how rubber chickens were supposed to be played with, he made up his mind that throwing them into his bathtub would be a fun thing. He threw all twenty three of the chickens into the tub knowing that he was beginning to like these chickens. He resolved not to go to see his friend on his birthday because he wanted to keep the rubber chickens.
Weeks passed, and Frank was still enjoying his rubber chickens. He took them on walks, watched television with them, ate dinner with them, and occasionally took them to see a movie. He did many things with his beloved chickens. He treated them like long lost relatives.
Then, one day, an overpowering urge to feel what it was like to fall twenty feet from a highway overpass into the path of an oncoming bus controlled his mind. So he fulfilled his whim.
When his body was peeled off the bus he was pronounced extremely dead.
He suddenly awoke. He wondered if this was what it feels like to be hit by a bus. Frank felt rather rubbery actually. He looked at himself thinking that he looked a bit like rubber as well. He concluded that he was rubber. He speculated if he had turned into rubber when he hit the bus. He decided that he had. The next question to enter into his mind was why he was back at his house with his rubber chickens surrounding him. Then, a rubber chicken spoke. It said to Frank, "You have been brought back from the dead, Frank, for while using us for entertainment you unknowingly performed a voodoo ritual which brings you back to like as a rubber, flesh-eating, zombie!" Frank took that news rather well, and proceeded to throw himself into the bathtub to take a nap.
This story is VERY loosely based on this one.