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Once upon a time there was a monkey-boy named Arnold. Arnold loved to run, bike, and swim. "I think I want to compete in a triathlon," Arnold said one day. So he began looking for a triathlon he could enter.

It didn't take long for Arnold to realize that monkey-boys weren't allowed to compete in any of the major triathlons. In fact, after a week of searching high and low for any triathlon willing to accept him as a competitor, Arnold was at his breaking point. "Why can't I compete in a triathlon?" he wailed. "I love to run, bike, and swim! A triathlon would be PERFECT!"

Arnold cried and cried for almost a month before he got a very odd phone call. "Stop crying," said the voice on the other end. "I know of a triathlon that will accept monkey-boys, but if you want to compete in it you have to do exactly as I say."

"I'll do anything," bawled Arnold.

"Take the number twelve bus to Pikawhanna Avenue on the north side of town," said the mysterious voice. "Then walk five blocks west until you come to Mr. Jimbob's Shrimp Shack. Tell the woman at the counter that you've come to see Gerald McManusMcGillicuddy Franklinsville. She'll tell you what to do next." Click. The voice had hung up.

Arnold didn't know what to do. He hadn't had time to grab a pen and paper while the voice was giving instructions, and he didn't think he could remember everything. But he was going to try. He drove to the Franklinsville exit and turned north by the Long John Silver's, then he took the number five bus twelve blocks to Gerald Avenue. Once there, he couldn't remember anymore instructions.

"Oh well," he thought, "maybe fate just doesn't want this monkey-boy to run in a triathlon.

THE END